Marriage Confidential. Debra & Regan Webb & Black

as they lingered on the fringes of the dance floor.

      “Afraid I’ll step on your toes?” He managed to keep the growing list of questions to himself, though he couldn’t wait to hear how she’d passed her security clearances with a fake husband. “Come on,” he cajoled. “We deserve a little fun.” Besides, he had more he wanted to say. Nothing as eloquent as the cheesy lines he’d just delivered—something far more relevant to his real reason for being here.

      With a little spin, he turned her into his arms and they joined the flow of dancing couples.

      “Impressive.” She gave him an open, friendly smile that suited her better than the cool reserve she’d shown all evening.

      “My mom was a stickler for all the traditional manners.” If he focused on her, he didn’t mind the other people milling about, watching them.

      Madison peered up at him through her lashes. “Was that before or after juvie?”

      “Both, actually,” he admitted. Why conversation had always been easy with her was a perpetual mystery to him. She’d always been out of his league and yet she’d never been rude about what she needed when he tutored her. The sobering thought brought him back to the reason she’d called on him to help.

      He bent his head close to hers and whispered in her ear. “There’s more to the problem you had tonight, isn’t there?”

      Her hand smoothed a small circle across his shoulder. “Yes.” The serene mask she kept between the world and her emotions fell back into place.

      “I’d like to talk about it in more detail.”

      “As soon as I’m home I’ll call you and fill you in.”

      “No.” Based on who she was, the people around them and the disjointed threats from the hacker and online chat rooms, he didn’t trust her phone or email right now. Knowing how she’d reached out to him, he had a few concerns about the security of his phone and email. “In person is better. Smarter,” he added.

      Her body tensed under his hands. “Sam, stop. You’ve done enough for me. I can handle it with the FBI’s help from here.”

      “I’m serious, Madison.” He guided her through a turn and brought her closer to his body. “You know the history of this situation. You know the protocols and risks in your world better than I do.”

      When concern flared in her eyes, he knew she was following his line of thinking. If she’d used his name from the beginning of her marriage charade, he had reason to worry that his condo might be compromised. It wasn’t simply his fondness for spy novels fueling the paranoia. He and Rush had survived several corporate espionage attempts, from local to global threats. As he’d watched Madison work the room, he realized several people in the Chinese delegation recognized him and were reassessing her because of it. He sensed serious trouble brewing and he needed her insight to get ahead of it.

      “How long have people believed I’m your husband?”