She watched him. “Yes, but no.”
What?Killian stared at her, waiting for her to elaborate.
“I don’t think it’s a stalker,” she said finally. “More like a guardian angel.”
Her eyes sparkled as she spoke. Jealousy speared through him, making him uncomfortable. Jealousy meant feelings. He didn’t have those. Did he?
Now was not the time to dive into that question. “A guardian angel?” he asked, skeptical.
“No, think about it this way. One, he convinced you to rescue me.”
He was already shaking his head before she finished. “One was the bomb.”
“We don’t know it was the bomb.”
He stared at her until she relented.
“Fine, it was probably the bomb. But,” she hurried to add, “I don’t think the guardian angel was involved.”
She smirked at him, as if she knew how much he hated the idea of someone else rescuing her. “So, one, he sent you to rescue me.”
“Fine, the bomb can be zero,” Killian groused.
She laughed. “Two, he helped me avoid the newsies who saw me leave your place.” Her eyes dared him to contradict her. “Three, he led me to a safe house where I could hide from the newsies and the Tremaine Corporation.”
Killian stared at her, mulling over her version of events.
He wouldn’t say that she was right—no way to know that until they found the mastermind behind the bomb. As a counterpoint to his own interpretation—well, it made sense.
Dizzie was much smarter than her position led people to believe. If she’d been born into his world, she’d be unstoppable.
She clicked her nails together.
“It’s an interesting perspective.” He held up a hand to forestall an argument. “There’s only one way to know for sure—we need to find our mystery hacker.”
Her mouth opened. Closed. He waited for her to lambast him for being wrong. Surprisingly, that wasn’t her first objection.
She stared at him. “Do you hear what you’re saying? Mystery. Hacker.”
When he didn’t respond, she sighed and spelled out her concerns. “Mystery hacker. Neither word describes someone, you know, easy to find. Unless you’ve been hiding some mad computer skills?”
He shook his head.
“Yeah, I didn’t think so.”
Ouch.
Killian had skills. Lots of them. Skiing. Dancing. Driving fast.
Dizzie was right. He was useless.
“I’ve got money.” The minute the words left his mouth, he knew he’d fucked up. He was the world’s biggest asshole.
She blinked several times. “Well, yeah, there’s that. I’m not sure how that helps us. Unless you announce that you’ll pay for information leading to the person behind the bombing.”
The words hung in the air between them.
Killian watched the wheels turning behind her big blue eyes. She was considering the idea. So was he.
