“The dodgy creep file,” I said with more casualness than I truly felt about the existence of such a thing.
“Aye.”
“What of it?”
“I think it’s time my people looked through it. We’ve come to a dead end with the cameras. They were purchased as stock by a guy in London who sells out the back door. Any customers who don’t want to leave a trail, they pay in cash and there’s no digital footprint. The cameras themselves aren’t especially sophisticated. They have to link to an app via the internet, so whoever planted them was piggy-backing off the internet connection in your building. Unfortunately, we couldn’t trace them through that because they must have known right away when the cameras were compromised.”
“You’re kidding me?” I sighed in exasperation. “What now?”
“We comb that file. See if there’s any information that could remotely be connected to someone having access to your flat to plant those cameras. We follow every lead.”
The thought of Fyfe reading about what some of these sleazy creeps thought of me made my stomach revolt. “You’renot going to look through it, are you?”
His eyes narrowed. “Only if my team brings something to my attention. I … I’d lose my mind if I had to read through all that stuff.”
I nodded, crossing the room to lean against the other side of the island. I searched his face. “Is that what you needed to talk about so urgently?”
Fyfe rounded the island with a sudden look of determination, and my pulse jumped as he stopped inches from me. I straightened, again wary of his proximity and overall demeanor as I turned toward him. “I took Millie to the doctor today.”
“Is she okay?” My gaze flew to her in panic.
“It was a checkup. And an introduction to her new doctor. Though I think I’ll be asking to see another doctor next time we visit.”
Sudden understanding dawned. “Oh.”
The muscle in his strong jaw flexed. “When were you going to tell me you were seeing that guy?”
He spatthat guylike they were dirty words. Guilt I wasn’t sure I should feel flushed through me. “I’m sorry you found out like that. We’ve only been on a few dates.”
He quirked an eyebrow. “Well, your doctor seems to think you two are boyfriend and girlfriend. Very serious.”
I ignored his mocking tone because I was concerned by the information he’d just relayed. “Cameron said that?”
“He called you his girlfriend. And said you were getting serious.”
“He said that?” Dread filled the pit of my stomach.
“Aye.” Fyfe stepped into my personal space. I had to lean back against the island to avoid contact. But he braced his hands on the counter at either side of me, his body flush to mine as I tipped my head back in surprise. The hardness was gone in his dark eyes, replaced with something fiery and hot.
“What are you doing?” I whispered, pressing my palms to his firm chest and then dropping my hands like he was on fire because, whoa, he hadpecs.
“Tell me how you confess your love for one man one week and start dating another the next?”
He was angry with me?
Was he joking?
“I’ll tell you how,” I seethed between clenched teeth, my cheeks hot with not-so-old humiliation and hurt. “You get over the first guy when he tells you he can never love you back.”
Fyfe licked his lips, his chest heaving a little as if he couldn’t quite catch his breath. Then he cupped my face, his palmsrough against my skin. I gaped at him as he bent his head to mine, his voice rasping as he said, “We need to talk about that, sweetheart.”
No, no, no!“There’s nothing to say.”
“I fucked up.” His words were gruff, thick with emotion. “I was blind. I let myself be blind. But I’m seeing more clearly than ever.”
No.
Was he saying what I?—
