I shoved the picture with the note at Xander so he could see what it said. “Fuck, you’re right. She does,” he agreed. “I don’t like that he knows where she lives and works.”
“It pisses me the fuck off,” I growled.
He picked the envelope up for a closer look. “Handwritten and addressed to Jessa. No postage and no return address. You know what that means.”
“He’s been in this building. Maybe even our offices.”
“Possibly even dropped it on her desk himself,” Xander added.
“Fucking A,” I gritted out, pacing back and forth while I tried to pull myself together. Every protective inside me had risen to the surface. This wasn’t some random client were talking about. It was Jessa. My woman.
I paused in front of him when Xander grabbed his phone and punched in a number. “Get me a copy of the security tapes for the last few days. The street, entrance, elevators, hallway in front of my office, front reception area, mail room,” he rattled off. “Everything you’ve got and I want them on my desk as fast as fucking possible.”
“I’ll want to see them, too,” I told him after he hung up.
He nodded. “Consider it done. Forget the new client meeting you were going to take. I want Jessa’s case to be your top priority.”
As if there was ever any question about it. Xander could have tried to assign another employee to her, and it wouldn’t have made the least bit of difference to me. I’d have just quit and taken care of her on my own. Her safety wasmyresponsibility. “Of fucking course.”
“That’s what I thought,” he chuckled drily.
“You’ll want around the clock coverage on her, so I’ll assign a couple of teams to you as well.”
“Just one,” I corrected him. “We have a lot on our plates here already, and it would stretch our resources too thin.”
“Still able to use logic while your heart is involved. That right there is why there wasn’t a question about you working here permanently.”
I barely noticed the compliment; my mind focused on building a plan to keep Jessa safe. “I’m going to take her up to a cabin I own in Kentucky, and I’ll reach out to a guy I knew in the Army who has his own firm up in Chicago to ask him to send a team down as well.”
“It sucks that she’s got a stalker, but it’s not altogether horrible since it finally lit a much-needed fire under your ass.”
“Shut the fuck up,” I muttered as I stormed out of his office and headed straight for my woman. With her in danger, I couldn’t give her any more time before I made my move.
3
JESSA
The door to Xander’s office flew open, and I jerked in my chair, sending it rolling backwards. In the short time it took me to put my feet on the ground to stop myself before I banged into the wall, Roman had crossed over to me. With an arm wrapped around my waist, my feet lifted right back off the floor when he picked me up until we were nose to nose. “Grab your things. We’re leaving.”
“Things? Leaving?” I echoed softly, shaking my head.
“Now,” he ordered, setting me on my feet and giving me a soft slap against my butt that made me stumble forward.
“Eep!” I yelped.
“Fuck it,” he growled before yanking me against his side and dragging me with him to my desk. My jaw dropped open when he went straight for the drawer where I kept my purse, grabbed it, and shoved it into my arms. Then he hefted me up and over his shoulder and stormed out of the office. I lifted my head before the door shut behind us, only to find Xander and Calista leaning against each other near my desk. Xander smirked at us, and Calista offered me a small wave.
“I don’t understand what’s going on,” I finally whispered after Roman set me into the passenger seat of his truck. But he buckled me in and shut the door without offering an explanation.
“Roman?”
He reached over and slid his palm against mine. “It isn’t safe here. I’ll explain when we get to your grandmother’s house.”
“Oh, no,” I groaned, my stomach tying itself up in knots. I could only think of one reason why he’d think it wasn’t safe for me to be at the office. I squeezed my eyes shut, refusing to look at him, and he tightened his hold on my hand. Neither of us said a word during the short drive, and I found myself wishing it was longer when he pulled up to the curb. That feeling didn’t last long, though, because too soon I was being nudged into my bedroom by Roman.
It bore repeating—I was in my bedroom with Roman.
“What the heck is going on?” I squeaked out.
