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cat-ate-the-canary grin on his face. She hated him already. Why would her father want to work here? For this guy?
    “Where are all the people? I see the tents, but where’re the performers? Even if it starts at midnight, they should already be here, right?” she asked again, this time determined to get a proper answer.
    Adam cocked his head and she was pretty sure that she amused him. Her fingers dug into the faded blue cushioned armrests, Italian blood demanding she smack the smirk off his face.
    “You ask a lot of questions for someone who isn’t planning on signing on.”
    Her father threw his arm in front of her as if shielding her from Adam. “I’d appreciate if you keep your sarcasm away from my daughter. We’ve done nothing to you, and she’s simply asking an honest question.”
    Score one for Dad. He was so getting a kiss on the cheek when they left this freaking place. Heart a little warm and fuzzy, she smirked back at Adam, raising a brow.
    Adam only nodded. “Apologies.”
    And even though he’d apologized, Flint could not escape the thought that before them sat a predator. One who might be dressed in nice clothes and speak with manners, but that was just a mask hiding the true face beneath.
    “They’re resting.” Adam looked back at her, those enchanting blue eyes weaving a sick spell over her yet again.
    It was a struggle to rip her gaze away, and she felt like she was a charmed cobra, helpless to the pull and sway of those greedy eyes.
    Flint kept her eyes firmly glued to a small bowl of orange slices on the corner of his desk.
    “Are you the ringmaster, then?” her dad asked.
    “No, my son is.”
    Son? Forgetting why she shouldn’t look at Adam, her eyes rocketed back to his, only to note they were narrowed and shrewdly studying her.
    Heart thumping chaotically, she forced her gaze back down, nails clawing grooves into the armrests now. Just because he reminded her of Cain didn’t mean he was Cain’s father.
    True, he looked like the son of Satan, and Cain seemed built from the same stock. But the odds of that were astronomical.
    “I can start tomorrow. Tonight, even,” her father said, the excitement creeping back into his voice.
    Nerves, weirdness, none of that mattered to her dad. Flying was like crack for him. He was close to getting his next hit, and it would take an act of God to make him walk away now. Truthfully, Flint was surprised he’d gone a year without it.
    “I never said you were hired.”
    Flint bit her tongue, sparing a glance for her dad. His shoulders were slumped and his smile frozen in place.
    “Oh.”
    “I need to see what you can do before I decide. Then I’ll see what my staff thinks. But first...”
    The door swung open, sending in a welcoming breeze. Flint turned and her eyes grew wide as the last face she expected popped inside.
    Janet was waving and smiling madly. Her warm brown eyes were a welcome relief.
    “Janet,” she cried as the petite Asian threw herself into Flint, giving her a quick hug. “Hey.”
    It wasn’t strange at all that she barely knew Janet, had only met her this afternoon at lunch—or that that meeting had at times been totally weird—seeing her now was like a balm to her frayed nerves. She hugged her back and then laughed when she noticed the pink tutu around the girl’s slim hips.
    Flint lifted a brow. “You part of the circus too?”
    “Yep.”
    “Out!” Adam boomed, making Flint jump because she’d briefly forgotten all about his presence. “I’ve business to discuss. Janet, out.” He pointed to the door.
    But his words weren’t sharp or cruel, or even remotely sarcastic. He spoke to her with an edge of something that sounded suspiciously like fondness. With a sloppy salute, Janet grabbed Flint’s wrist and dragged her to the door.
    “Dad, I’ll be—”
    “With your friend.” Her dad winked and Flint squealed when Janet slammed the door shut behind them.
    “Oh my gosh, thank you! You saved my butt. I don’t