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She had acted, Tony thought as they waited in the visiting area, as if they were simply going for a pleasant drive. Totally at ease, as if he were a casual acquaintance she didn’t mind spending time with.

Why not, since that’s all you are? he told himself.

Of course, she wasn’t feeling any of the internal tension he was feeling. She had no idea that he’d volunteered for—or to be honest, commandeered—this assignment, let alone why. So why should she feel anything but relaxed?

And if she did know?

His first thought was that she’d run, screaming. But his second thought was no, she wouldn’t, she had too much class for that. She’d think of some graceful, tactful way to deflect his idiocy, and probably try to do it without being cruel.

But she wasn’t happy to be here, that he could see. She kept looking around, the only sign of nerves he’d seen in her, which was a testament to her determination.

“Depressing,” she muttered.

“Yes,” Tony agreed.

“‘In case of lockdown,’” she read off a posted sign on one wall that explained what visitors must do.

“Doesn’t happen often, not during visiting hours. They’re pretty much sacrosanct.”

“I’m sure no one wants to lose a chance to see the people they care about.”

“Not to mention that that’s when they get their contraband,” he said dryly. “Nobody wants to risk that.”

She went still, then turned away from the posted sign to look at him steadily. “What is it you’re after, Mr. Alvera? Am I supposed to assume you know all these things because you’re Redstone Security, or because you’re a badass yourself?”