The implication being she was there with Sebastian purely to oversee the site nothing more, nothing that warranted his tone.
The answer landed cleanly.
"That right? Because your grasp of this field seems way beyond what most professionals I've worked with have."
Praise, sure. But also, unmistakably, a probe.
Naomi pressed her lips together. "What exactly are you trying to find out, Mr. Cole?"
Sebastian hadn't expected her to just call it outright.
He held her gaze, dark and unreadable. "That designer everyone in the industry knows as A. Hart. Is that you?"
"Seems like a stretch, coincidence-wise same letter, same field, entirely different people."
Naomi's composure didn't slip. "You're accusing me of being A. Hart. Do you have proof of that, Mr. Cole?"
Watching something flicker a
