Surprise widened his eyes when I looked at him. Those gray hues were darker than usual in the dim lighting. They bordered on charcoal.
He let my hand go.
It hung in the air for a moment before I rested it on my lap. “When did you startgetting them?”
Fox looked away. The tattoos barely peeked out from the bottom of his shirtsleeves. Like he purposefully got them where they wouldn’t be visible when he was fully clothed.
“It’s late,” he said, voice clipped. “We should both get back to bed.”
It was clear that the tattoos were something private for him. Maybe even something sacred. Which made me want to know more. The curiosity burned in the back of my mind. I wanted to know everything.
But I had long ago given up the privilege to know anything intimate about Fox Ramsey.
So, I merely nodded and dragged myself to my feet.
Fox straightened too, and we stood there facing each other. I pulled in a deep breath, inhaling his scent—woodsy and clean.
I had once known the man standing before me better than anyone. He’d trusted me with his most precious secrets, whispering them in the dark of night when we were entangled in each other.
Now, we were strangers. Instead of shared secrets, we hid them. Buried them deep so the other person couldn’t find them.
Fox swallowed hard and stepped back. “Try to get some sleep, Skye.”
I looked away, stepping around him to head back to the bedroom. “You too, Fox.”
13
Fox
Igrimacedatmymonitors.Leaning back in my chair, I stretched my arms above my head, my muscles stiff from sitting in the same position for so long.
So long, and yet I had little to show for it.
I glanced at Skye’s laptop on my desk, plugged in to my larger system.
Whoever had planted the spyware on her computer knew what they were doing. This was professional-grade stuff. Someone planted software that hijacked her camera and sent the feed to a remote server, while giving them access to control the entire system. But they were bouncing the signal through so many proxies I couldn’t trace it in real-time.
I shoved a hand through my hair. It had been a long time since I’d seen something that had stumped me so thoroughly.
At least I’d gotten one answer, though. The thumb drive had nothing to do with it. But that came with something even more unsettling. I was pretty sure whoever put this on her computer had done it manually. They had physically touched the computer.
I didn’t know how, or who, but the thought of someone coming into her personal space had my blood roiling.
Skye was out working today on the documentary, and though I knew I couldn’t be with her all hours of the day, it made me anxious knowing someone might be out there, watching her. But Skye was smart, and Emersyn cleared most of her schedule to be with Skye as much as possible so she wasn’t working alone.
I owed Emersyn.
A knock on my office door distracted me, and I turned my chair around to find Reid standing in the threshold.
“Got some time?” he asked.
“What’s up? Got any new info?” I wasn’t getting the information I needed from this stupid computer; maybe my brother had better news for me.
Reid stepped inside. “Unfortunately, not much.” He crossed his arms over his chest. “I can’t find any trace of Skye’s mother after the approximate date she gave of her disappearance. Which, to be honest, if she was fleeing an abusive situation, wouldn’t be out of the norm. Especially back then. She could’ve gone and changed her name and that information would take me a lot longer to find since it was before most documents were digitized.”
“Great,” I grumbled, not meaning to sound as annoyed as I did.
Reid tilted his head. “This is really getting to you, isn’t it?”
