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Louisa’s face had a knowing look when Nathan joined her in the booth she had taken in the corner of The Stag’s Head pub.
“I’m guessing you didn’t ask me here for purely social reasons,” she said, her eyes on Burke, who was at the bar.
“No, I didn’t,” Nathan admitted as he slipped into the booth and set his glass of coke on the table.
Louisa hid her curiosity as best she could and sipped at her Malibu and coke. It had been a while since Nathan expressed an interest in talking to her officially, though, and she couldn’t conceal her interest completely. “Alright, what is it you want?” she asked finally.
“I’ve got some information for you,” Nathan told her. “But I want an agreement before I give you it.”
“What sort of an agreement?” Louisa knew from dealing with Nathan in the past tha
