Her arm brushes mine, and my brain short-circuits.
Yeah.That’s right, sweetheart.Get closer.I’ll always keep you safe.
My hand hovers near the small of her back.
Kane nods at us from his office doorway.
“Come on in.”
I hold the chair for her—because yes, I’ve still got some goddamn manners—and she sits.
Still wide-eyed.Still perfect.
“Miss Rosetto, I’m Noel Kane.Ego’s supervisor,” Kane says, then levels me with a look.“Now, what has he told you about the people stalking you?”
Oh.Fuck.Me.
Shit.
The second those words come out of Kane’s mouth—“what has he told you about the people stalking you”—I feel her body go still beside me.
Like a statue.
Not fear.
Not confusion.
No, this is worse.
It’s betrayal.
Her head turns slow.Deliberate.Her eyes meet mine, and it’s not the softness I’m used to seeing in her gaze.
No heat.No flirt.No play.
Just cold, quiet fury.
And fuck me twice because now I want to go back in time and punch myself in the face.
“You know who’s doing this?”she asks.
“Sabrina,” I start, my voice low, soothing.
I reach for her hand, but she pulls it back, folding both neatly in her lap.
“Sorry, Mr.Kane, is it?”she says, turning to him with a clipped, professional tone.“But I have no idea who’s behind this.And he hasn’t told me anything yet.”
“So you know nothing about your brother’s involvement?”Kane asks, eyes flicking to me.“Ego?”
“Sir,” I say, straightening.“I was going to tell her about the possibility of Marco’s involvement once we substantiated the theory.Then everything happened so quickly at the theater, and I just didn’t have the opportunity to make sense of it.”
Then to her, I add, “I didn’t want to worry you for no reason.”
“Really?”she shoots back, her eyes narrowing.“You didn’t think I’d want to know that I’m not crazy?That Marco might actually be in danger?He’s a jerk, sure—but he’s still my brother.Now, what exactly is he involved with, and who the heck is after me?”
Goddamn, I love her fire.
Even when it's aimed at me.
