Sunday. Jabir al Saud's Home. Riyadh, Saudi Arabia.
KILLAM STARED DOWN AT Ivy, fresh faced with her hair still curled from last night. He hadn't realized how much make-up she'd been wearing until now. The smoky eyes aged her. She looked younger and far more vulnerable right now. And most of all? She didn't look like one of Jabby's girls, and that was a problem.
He needed her to be off-limits.
She didn't fit into a box. He couldn't place her. She wasn't an enemy, but he didn't think she was a friend, either. No matter that they were on the same job.
"Are you supposed to be out here?" she asked.
He slid his hands into his pockets and leaned against the doorframe opposite of her with an appropriate amount of distance between them. Despite having gotten closer than was professional on the plane, Killam would have to be very careful how much he was seen with Ivy.