Zaf straightened to his full height. He towered over her, but somehow it hadn’t mattered before. “I want you to let me do my job.”

The man was prince of the cloak-and-dagger. “Which is what?”

“Protecting you.”

Joey halted, taking a moment to seek out the lie in his face, but she couldn’t break through. She saw a man she’d missed even as she cursed the sweltering summer day she’d met him seven years ago. All she could seem to attach herself to were the memories of lazy conversations and how he altruistically volunteered his life for the law. Lean and carelessly sexy with that serious, brooding look that magnetized people even as it pushed them away, he was the Zaf her heart recognized.

But the guy who’d manipulated her into a confrontation? That screamed Archangel. It was his modus operandi.

“Goodbye, Zaf.” She skirted around him to the other side of the handrail.

“Wait, please,” he said, matching her steps but keeping the rail between them. “You can’t look me square in the eye and say you haven’t wondered if somebody’s tailing you.”

“Yes, I’ve wondered.” She’d also wondered if paranoia was making her crazy. “Now I know I was right, and the doer is you.”