CHAPTER SIX
As the kitchen filled with the fresh aroma of coffee brewing, Von set a plate of blueberry scones on the breakfast bar. Those had been Marley’s favorite when they were dating so he’d picked up two on his way home. Habit, he told himself, though one he’d been out of for months. Still, he wanted her to feel comfortable during their meeting.
Not that she wouldn’t. Or rather, shouldn’t.
Except this time differed from the previous ones. Maybe that was why he was going to so much trouble. This wouldn’t be a personal visit. It had nothing to do with him or what they used to mean to each other. Well, her to him. This was about the Starling project. Nothing more.
He wiped a water spot from the counter.
Yet, Von couldn’t deny wanting to speak with Marley in private without Cody, the
