Chapter Two
Taylor Greig
Taylor recognised even his gift of the gab wouldn’t be able to put a spin on this one. Orlov undoubtedly knew what Kim looked like, so trying to pretend she was someone else was pointless.
Kim herself quickly put paid to any ideas—genius or otherwise—he might have dredged up, anyway. She held her hand out as she approached Orlov, completely glossing over the fact she’d just jumped from a pantry. He suppressed a grin. That’s my girl. “Hi. I’m Kim Medhurst. Call me Kim. Pleased to meet you.”
The smile on her face was polite enough, but the tightness around her eyes told Taylor she wasn’t nearly as pleased as she said she was. In fact, she was full of doubt, but doing an excellent job of hiding it. Certainly Orlov wouldn’t have a clue.
The man in question seemed
