Strange.When he said that he was writing an article, she’d thought he was a journalist.
You really should have asked more questions.
She’d been feeling raw and exposed after her outburst. Although she wasn’t certain that the idea of having a psychologist probe her was better than having a journalist do it.
Angie chewed at her lip, jumping as her phone buzzed.
Keira.
She answered the video call, smiling into the camera.
Keira frowned. “What is it? Is something wrong? What happened?”
Sheesh. Talk about going from zero to full speed. She opened her mouth to tell her that nothing was wrong, when Zander started yelling.
“There’s something wrong? Tell her to get into the panic room and wait for us. We’ll be there in fifteen.”
Oh yes.
There was a panic room. It had once been a walk-in storage closet. Zander had the walls reinforced and replaced the door with a steel one that was lockable from both sides. In the closet was enough food and supplies to last a week, along with an impressive emergency kit.
It was very over-the-top.
And very Zander.
“I’m fine!” Angie cried. “Don’t come. I don’t need help. I’m fine.”
“Zander, stand down. She said she’s fine,” Keira called out.
“Then why did you say there was something wrong?” he asked.
“I thought she looked . . . off.”
Zander appeared, studying her. Angie braced herself. You never knew what you would get with Zander.
“What? You mean because she’s pale and tired looking? Why are you so tired looking?” he demanded.
Sheesh.
There was no getting away with anything with this man.
“Zander,” Keira groaned.
“What? Is that not why you asked her if something was wrong?”
“No, it isn’t. I asked her that because she looked worried. Not because you look tired, Angie,” Keira reassured her.
“She doesn’t? What about those dark marks under her eyes?” Zander asked.
“Who’s got dark marks under their eyes?” Honey asked.
Angie groaned. Fantastic. Now this was becoming a thing.
“Ooh, babe, aren’t you sleeping?” Honey asked, poking her head in.
Well, she tried to. Zander wouldn’t budge even though she looked to be doing her best to push him away.
“God, you weigh a ton, Zander! You might want to think about a diet.”
