He was processing this. The truth was, he didn't know who was watching them or listening. That was a mistake many people made when they assumed they had security. They didn't know all the eyes watching them or where the footage was going.
He wanted to go to the security room immediately, dismantle everything, but he knew that wasn't the solution. "Okay, then we go through this day, and we talk later."
She seemed to understand. As they walked down the hallway toward her office, many people watched them. He imagined this is what it would have been like if they had gotten married, although he looked better dressed than he normally did. She was a knockout—her fire-red hair, green eyes, and elegant figure. Plus, she was classy in how she carried herself.
He'd always teased her that she'd been stuck up even when they were little, and that wasn't because of her money. She had been even when they'd been at the lake, running trails, jumping off rope swings. He forced his mind back to the present. Not paying attention would be a problem. He needed to focus. Mission, mission, mission.
His phone buzzed. It was his brother Reed, who seemed to read his mind: "Status?" His brother had given him this phone, told him it was completely secure and safe, which he believed. His brother didn't skimp on security. He'd recently met his brother's security guy who took pride in being able to hack anything and make their stuff unhackable.
"I'm with her. I'll report tonight," he texted back.
She had her phone out, texting someone.
"Your girlfriend?" she asked quietly.
They got to her office, and she punched in a code.
He watched her do it and memorized it. "You jealous?" he quipped.
Once again, she blushed. He wondered if she could be jealous. That was interesting. The fact was, he knew everything about her.
She moved to the desk and gestured for him to get a chair. "You could sit here and look through these files."
He looked at the chair but didn't sit. "How safe are you up here?"
She shrugged. "Pretty safe. I mean, I'll just be in my office for the next hour until the meeting."
He turned toward the door. "What floor is your camera room?"
"Security is on seven," she replied.
He nodded. "Where are your meetings?"
"In that corporate office to your left," she nodded.
"I'll be back for the meeting." He left, closing the door behind him.
Chapter 4
Sabrina
Sabrina sat at her desk and tried to process everything. She hadn't anticipated that Reed Star would send someone so quickly. But of course, he would. The thing she really hadn't anticipated was that he would send Walker.
Maybe it was the way he looked—rugged and tough and slightly angry all the time. His younger self had been mischievous. His younger self had loved her. Yet now, she noted he was different. Of course, he was—fourteen years did that to a person—but it was something more.
She wanted to dig in and ask all the tough questions. She wanted to dissect his life the way he'd clearly already dissected hers, which was uncomfortable, if the truth be told. She didn't even have to tell him where to go. He knew where she worked, which wasn't too hard to know, but he'd been sitting in her home waiting for her. He'd known her codes to get in.
He'd scoured her computer, then gone to bed. After she'd heard him fall asleep, she'd gotten up and stared at him for a long time. He snored quietly, but she knew if she dropped anything, he'd probably grab his gun, which he'd done only alittle bit ago when she'd woken him. He hadn't disappointed her. He'd been ready to shoot to kill.
She stood and walked back over to the large window, looking at the skyline. She wondered what Henry would say. Thomas clearly wasn't happy, but Henry was her father's man. Henry was like a father to her. How would she explain Walker? She wasn't sure yet. She would avoid that conversation for a while.
She thought about the fact that Walker looked good in a suit. The man was huge. Even though she wasn't sure how long he'd been a retired Navy SEAL, he didn't look like he'd slacked on workouts. When he was putting on a shirt earlier and talking to her, she noticed a scar on his left shoulder and another on his stomach. She wanted to know the stories behind those scars. She suspected this version of Walker Star wouldn't tell her.
She thought about the day he'd been on his knee in front of her, the vulnerability in his eyes. She thought about the fact that her father had warned her, told her not to marry him, told her to come up with some excuse, and then told her he would come back.
She'd actually forgotten how much she'd missed Walker.
When she'd met Rob, they'd had a whirlwind romance. Granted, he was not cut from the same cloth as Walker Star. Rob had been a man of the world, a man who dealt in antiques. He'd swept her off her feet. He'd come from even bigger money in Europe, and her father and he got along splendidly.
