We haven't even been at the store for five minutes, and she's already made a beeline for the most beautiful laptop in the place. It's completely Coco's style, but it won't get the job done and it's hard to crush her dreams.

She strokes the laptop. "Look at this one. Oh my God," she sighs. "It's so beautiful, Nix. Can I have it?"

"It won't work, kid. It's not powerful enough."

Flattening her palms against the lid, she stakes her claim. "But it's tiny and so sparkly."

Walking to the other side of the table, I glance down at the more powerful and completely necessary model. "This is the one you need."

She frowns. "But it's so...so plain."

"You can pretty it up," the saleswoman says, wearing the typical black cargo pants and signature blue shirt all store employees do. "You can buy skins and decals to make it as beautiful as you want."

Coco's eyes widen. "You can?"

"Yeah. There are millions of ways to make it as pretty."

"But I want the gold one."

"Eh," the saleswoman mutters and glances in my direction with a tiny smirk. "It's pretty, but it doesn't do as much as the one your boyfriend wants to buy."

"He's not my boyfriend, he's my..."

"Brother," I say quickly because it's too hard to explain and it's not important. "I'm buying her a birthday gift."

"My brother bought me a shitty coffee mug." She grimaces and looks back at Coco. "You're a lucky girl."

Coco nods and I tap the laptop, ready to be done. "We'll take this one."

"Anything else?"

"Maybe a sleeve for her to travel with."

Coco looks at me in confusion. "A sleeve?"

"It's like a little purse for your computer." The saleswoman saves me. "Let's go over to the other wall and pick one out."

Coco and the woman scurry away, and I weave my way toward them just as Coco zooms in on a hot pink sleeve and snags it off the wall. "This one."

"We'll take it." I reach in my suit jacket and pull out my business credit card before handing it to the saleswoman.

She stares down at it for a moment, reading over the details. "I'll get it wrapped up for you Mr. Ash."

After she walks away, Coco elbows me in the ribs. "You know your fake name is kind of dumb, right?"

"Shush it, kid."

"I mean, Phoenix Ash? Come on. It can't possibly be real. Even I know that."

"Why don't you go sign the receipt and get your computer so we can hit Saks."

She smiles widely. "I'm going to be a kickass Ginger," she says, referencing the character Stone plays in Casino, but she doesn't realize she's closer to the Ginger from Gilligan's Island. There isn't a badass bone in Coco's body.

An hour later, I'm standing outside the dressing room in the women's department in Saks, waiting for Coco to try on her third outfit out of about twenty, when someone in the distance catches my eye. Maybe it's the glint from her lips when she speaks or the sound of her laugh across the room, but I know I know her.

"What do you think of this one?" Coco asks as she steps out of the fitting room dressed in a gold and white dress that's similar to the one worn in Casino-only shorter and with a faux fur wrap.

I resist the urge to run up to her and cover her breasts that are halfway exposed by the deep, plunging neckline. "It's nice, but a little over-the-top."

She spins in a circle and pulls the fur tighter around her shoulders. "I feel so badass in this, Nix. I want it."

"Fine. Fine. You're an adult, Coco. Get what you want."

She runs up to me, squealing like a little kid. "Anything?"

"Anything." I smile and glance over my shoulder, spotting the familiar face again. "I'm going to head over to the men's department. You okay over here?"

"You don't want to see what I'm buying?"

I shake my head. "Get anything you want and put it on my card."

"You're the best." She stands on her tiptoes, and I lean over, letting her kiss my cheek before she strides back into the dressing room with her head held high.

I've created a monster. I know I have. Since the day I brought her home, I spoiled her and indulged her every whim. The kid had been so deprived of everything that I overdid it and took everything to the extreme.

Standing behind a pillar, I watch the familiar woman. She's browsing through a rack of cocktail dresses, oblivious to my presence. It's her mouth that draws me in. That fucking mouth piercing keeps flashing in the lights like the beacon from a lighthouse.

When she tugs on it with her tongue and there's a twinkle, it hits me where I know her from-Hassan's arm piece but without the bright blue, chin-length hair. She's more beautiful with the long, pin-straight black hair that sways each time she moves a new dress aside than with the electric-blue wig. Her eyes drift to where I'm standing, and I step to the side, shielding myself from her view with the pillar.

I'm not ready for her to see me. Staying hidden until I know she's alone is more important than my need to speak with her. Reaching into my pocket, I grab my phone and open the camera. I need to get a photo of Eva and figure out who she is before I expose myself to a possible threat. Hassan follows his dick, but I tend to use my brain. But that doesn't mean I won't toy with her a little.

I weave through the racks of clothes and step behind her as she's standing in front of a mirror holding a hanger with a sleek black dress pressed against her body. Her eyes catch mine in the mirror and widen in recognition. "Eva," I say with a slight smile to her reflection in the mirror.

Her hand with the dress drops, and she spins around on her heel to face me. She smiles nervously and sucks that fucking ring into her mouth.

7.

Kennedy

Well, shit. This is no good. Nix is eyeing me like a hungry wolf that just found its next meal. And I've never felt so naked in my life.

I want to turn and run. Without a disguise to make me into Eva, Raine, Laura, or one of my other many identities, I don't know what to say to him. Even though I knew one of my work contacts could see me like this, I wasn't prepared for it. And of all people, it would have to be the man who already seems to be able to see right through me.

"You shopping for a dress, Nix?" I ask, my tone casual but my heart racing as I continue looking through a rack of dresses.

"You look better without the wig."

He bypasses my question smoothly. I pause my dress perusal and meet his dark, steely eyes.

"Thanks," I say crisply. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have shopping to do."

Nix follows me to the next rack of dresses. "No need to buy anything new to impress your sugar daddy with. I hear he's back in Dubai on business."

"Do you mean Hassan?" I ask, my tone unconcerned. Inside, I feel a flare of annoyance that Nix knew that and I didn't.

He hums with amusement. "How many sugar daddies do you have, Eva?"

I narrow my eyes in a glare. "I don't need a sugar daddy, Nix. Don't be so backward that you assume all attractive women want a man to pay their bills. I pay my own."

"And what did you say you do for a living, again?"

"I didn't."

He's a few feet away, but Nix's presence still feels so warm and close that I want to duck my face and run.

"Kennedy." The sound of my actual name makes me curl up and die inside. "How about this one?"

I turn to my friend Amara, whom I stupidly agreed to come shopping with today. So very fucking stupidly.

"I like it," I say, smiling weakly at the short, long-sleeved black dress she's holding up.

Amara looks back and forth between Nix and me and retreats to a rack out of earshot, obviously feeling like she interrupted something.

Just me blowing my cover to the most elusive cyberthief in the world. Nothing to see here.

"Kennedy." Nix's deep voice sounds rich with the satisfaction of knowing my real name. "I'm learning a lot about you today."

"And I'm learning I was right about you being an asshole. Now if you don't mind, I'm shopping here."

"I won't tell Hassan your real name. And I also won't tell him how stunning you are without all that shit on your eyes."

I shrug. "Wouldn't you assume my sugar daddy has seen me without makeup, Nix?"

"Has he?"

"Ask him."

"I'm asking you."

I can tell from his impatient tone that he's used to getting answers when he asks questions.

"Nix!" a woman's excited voice calls out. "How much do you love this one?"

A thin, beautiful young woman is rushing toward him. She spins to show off the tight, sleeveless pink-sequined gown she's wearing.

I feel two things at the same time-a slight twinge of jealousy, and disgust that I'm shopping at a store that sells dresses like that. It's like a how-to manual for looking trashy.

"Very nice," Nix says, feigning interest.

"The open back shows off my ink." She moves her hair over one shoulder to show him.

"It does," he says with a tight smile.

"How many can I get?" she asks, her eyes alight with excitement.

"Whatever you want."

She claps her hands together and scurries away. I look at Nix with a brow arched in amusement.

"Speaking of sugar daddies..."

His laugh is uncomfortable. "It's not like that."

I tuck a black dress over my arm and shake my head. "Right."

"Really. She's...much younger than me."

"Uh-huh. Like five years ever stopped a man."

"Ten years to be correct and I found her when she was a kid. She's never been anything more than a little sister to me. Will you be at the club tonight?"

I shrug.

Nix clears his throat and follows me to another rack. "I'd like to get to know you better without Hassan around."

"Moving in on his piece? You think that's wise, Nix?"

He moves closer and leans down to speak in my ear, his warm voice brushing across my skin like a tender caress. "I get a feeling you're not actually his piece, Kennedy. I haven't figured you out yet, but color me intrigued."

I have to keep myself steady, no matter how off-balance I feel right now. Nix unnerves me in a way training didn't prepare me for. I look up and meet his eyes.

"I get a feeling that bimbo is your piece, Nix. So run back to her and break out your charge card."

A flicker of anger passes over his face, but he rights it quickly. "She's not a bimbo."

"Of course not. Women who prance around department stores in revealing dresses asking their older male benefactors how many dresses they can get are usually brimming with deep thoughts."