That wasn’t the only half-truth she’d told him tonight—another one being her surname. She’d learned from DEA agents who’d worked undercover that the more truthful you were with a backstory, the less likely you’d slip up and blow your cover. She never thought that information would come in handy, but now she was glad she had it.

She'd managed to sidestep his earlier question when he’d asked if they’d met before, so that technically wasn’t a lie. She'd be okay as long as no one from her youth or aunt’s funeral walked in and recognized her. That would be completely embarrassing.