...Jarrod adjusted his tie, cursing his choice in going with the dove grey suit. Sure it looked good on him, but the only tie he had that really popped with it was a light pink one—a thin light pink one—and he could never get the thing to lie just right no matter how many times he adjusted it.

He slid his hand down its length again and then went over the file he’d been given on Samuel Cavanaugh to distract himself.

Thirty-three, a graduate from SMU at the top of his class, great references, had been with BBH&W for ten years, a partner for the last three. There was no reason to believe the man was selling inside information, except that someone was, and the culprit had been narrowed down to three people.

Jarrod had been assigned to Samuel Cavanaugh to find out if he was the traitor.

The elevator dinged softly and he got off, along with several women in high heels and business suits. He stopped one and asked for directions to Mr. Cavanaugh’s office.

She gave him an appreciative once-over and smiled. “It’s at the far end of the hall. The big office in the corner—you can’t miss it! His assistant left so you’ll have to knock on the door and announce yourself. Unless you’d like me to take you…”

“No, I think I can manage just fine, but thank you very much.”

He smiled and nodded, made sure he looked friendly. The other assistants would be a great resource. He’d have to remember that and make sure he did lunch with them regularly. He’d also have to remember not to question them like he was cross-examining them.

The door to Cavanaugh’s office was slightly ajar, so he knocked sharply on it, and pushed it open the rest of the way.

The first thing he saw was a mass of dark auburn curls, carefully shaved on the sides and back, but uncontrolled and metallic and back lit as Cavanaugh bent over a laptop. Then bright blue-grey eyes looked at him through black-rimmed glasses. “Can I help you?”

Oh wow. He’d known Cavanaugh was a good-looking guy, he’d seen the man’s HR file, after all, but what the photo couldn’t show was Cavanaugh’s presence. Strong and in charge, that’s what Cavanaugh’s whole attitude radiated. And it just made the strong, square-jawed face that much more handsome.

Jarrod knew the man was gay—Cavanaugh wasn’t in the closet at all—and that was one of the reasons he’d been chosen for this task. Not that anyone expected him to sleep with Cavanaugh, just that the men in charge seemed to think it would give them a connection Cavanaugh wouldn’t make with a female operative, and Jarrod hadn’t expected that to matter.