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No more romanticizing.
This was just a timeout. A glitch. An anomaly.
I checked my rearview mirror, and there it was—the black bike. The driver was completely clad in black leather, following us at a distance.
Was he watching when Fee had to go?
A burning wave of anger swept through me.
Anger and possessiveness, mixed with determination to catch the guy as soon as Fee was out of the danger zone.
When we approached the boutique, I pulled over and cut the engine—then twisted around to look over my shoulder at her. “This is it. From what I heard, this store is the shit, so you should be able to find whatever you need.”
She nodded, and I helped her off the bike. She handed me back the helmet and walked away without another look back.
Good.
I searched if the bike was anywhere near, but when I couldn’t spot it, my gaze got momentarily caught on Fee’s ass as she walked toward the building.
“Alex?” she called, snapping me out of my musings.
I looked up, and a playful grin was playing on her lips. “You coming, or are you just going to stand there and stare at my ass?”
Of course, she caught me.
“You’re mistaken, princess, your ass isn’t worth staring at. I was just wondering what size you’re wearing.”
She rolled her eyes but chuckled.
“Intimate knowledge of women’s dress sizes…should’ve known you’re cross-dressing.” She gave me a wink, then turned back around, but there was a genuine smile playing at the corners of her lips.
And mine.
She gave as good as she got. And I couldn’t remember the last time a woman made me feel like she did.
“Fee,” I said.
She turned back around, and our eyes locked for a moment.
The retort I had on my lips died as just then, the roar of an engine had me jump off the bike, which fell to the ground and reach for my ankle holster.
God dammit.
The driver barely slowed down when he passed us.
I held my breath. Because of Fee, I wouldn’t have a clear shot, so instead, I jumped toward her, expecting him to grab her.
I was a split second too late. But the driver only snatched Fee’s purse from her shoulder, before he revved the bike and disappeared around the corner. Too fast for her to react, or for me to reach her.
Fuck. I should’ve been more careful.
“Shit!” Fiona exclaimed, staring at me in shock.
For a second, I considered chasing after the thief, but leaving Fee was out of the question. So instead, I fixed my jeans over my holster, pulled out my phone, and dialed Matteo. “I need you to find a purse snatcher. He just hit us on the streets of La Valetta. Black Yamaha. Followed us around all afternoon. Bring him to me by the end of the day.”
Fiona stared at me, her eyes wide with a mixture of amazement, fear, and disgust. “We were being followed?”
I gave her a nod.
