Then again, she hadn’t been wearing heels either. It was lucky she hadn’t twisted her ankle with how swiftly they had been moving.
Once inside, she tossed her bag down on the love seat. “Right, how about you explain why we had to run as if a group of terrorists were behind us? And the reason for all of you to treat me as if I’m going to break at the slightest bit of bad news.”
“A death threat was made against you. It was sent to Zara via email,” Wilt said without any emotion, and his words slammed into her as if she was that punching bag she’d pummeled.
“What?” She plopped down on the love seat, grabbing her purse so she could pull her phone out.
“Can I have that please?” Wilt had covered the short distance between them and held out his hand.
“Why?”
“Because I heard it buzzing all night long, and I know you didn’t look at anything when Zara phoned. You answered her call and that was it.”
He was right. Her mind hadn’t been on seeing what had caused her phone to blow up; she’d been focused on why Zara was calling. “You did hear me say I wasn’t fragile, right? I’ve been through this before, I can take anything that’s directed at me.”
This couldn’t be happening again, could it?
“What do you mean you’ve been through it before?”
She looked up at him. He was standing over her, and in some circumstances, it would look as though he was being overbearing, but there wasn’t anger in his eyes, only a steely determination to get to the bottom of whatever was happening.
“I’m sure you ran a background check on me, and it would’ve come up that I had a stalker a year ago.”
Wilt sat in the lounge chair opposite her, a faint sheen of red coloring his cheeks. “We did, but I only gave it a cursory glance.”
She didn’t need to delve deeper into why he hadn’t bothered giving it a proper look like he should’ve done. With the way he’d reacted to her when they first met, he’d already decided she was going to be high maintenance. Not to mention he’d already stated he would rather be somewhere else than with her.
Indigo shouldn’t take offense, but she was hurt by his lack of due diligence.
“Well, that says everything, doesn’t it?” She gripped her phone, even more sure that she didn’t want to hand it over to him. “I thought Power Security were supposed to be the best of the best. What would your boss say if he knew you’d only given my background check a ‘cursory glance’? I’m sure he’d be super happy about that.”
Indigo had to give Wilt credit, he took her criticism on the chin. He didn’t look away. He kept his gaze on hers through it all.
“I’m sorry. What I did was unforgiveable, and I know what Steve will do to me when he finds out.”
“You’re planning on telling him?” Would he really risk his job by admitting he hadn’t done it properly?
“I will. I have to send a daily report, and with everything that’s happened tonight, he’ll need to know that I failed in doing what I was employed to do.”
“Will you lose your job?” she asked quietly, not liking the idea of him being unemployed, even though she was at the center of it all.
“Unlikely, but I will be reprimanded for it. And I deserve to be. I let you down, I let the company down, and I let myself down. It won’t happen again.” He looked up at her, and she almost drowned in the sincerity shining in the blue depths of his eyes. “Nothing is going to happen to you.”
“I believe you.” And she did, but belief didn’t always mean reality.
Chapter
Ten
If he got fired, he’d deserved it. Wilt had let his personal feelings for a client, before he’d even met them, get in the way of doing his job properly.
He’d made sure all the locations were safe, and had scoped out every aspect to make sure there were no holes in which someone could crawl through. But what he hadn’t done was read the dossier on Indigo. If he had, he would’ve known about her past stalker, and he would’ve been more vigilant.
“Thank you, not sure I deserve it, though.”
She shrugged, the strap of her dress shimmering in the lowlight of the room they were in. “It’s done, now. It can’t be changed. We have to move forward.”
Her forgiveness wasn’t something he’d take for granted. She was being more magnanimous than he would’ve been if it had been him in her situation. He nodded, prepared to put it behind him, but there was still a lot he needed to know, and even though he could read it in the file, getting it straight from Indigo’s mouth would be better. “Before we deal with your phone and the threats received tonight, can you tell me what happened last time? That is, if you want to talk about it. If you don’t, that’s fine.”
