I do? Idid? Even backthen?
“You have a funny way of showing it,” I mutter, but it’s quelled my anger.
“I broke into DeLuca’s files this evening,” he says. “Among other things, I found an email alert on thatdocket, and knew they were coming for you.”
It takes me a moment to process that. “How did you find me, by the way? Was that in his files too?”
Alex hisses in a breath. “No. I… uh… I’ve been tracking you.”
I blink at him. “Pardon?”
“I put an app on your phone. After Miami.” He winces. “I didn’t want to risk losing you again.”
“Youtrackedme?” My voice is cold.
“If I hadn’t, you’d still be in that warehouse.”
Not the point. Not the pointat all.
Slightly the point.
“You were tracking me, and it took you all damn day to get there?”
He flinches at my tone. “I was out. I spent the day preparing for this.”
“You were fucking late.”
“I’m sorry, Vicky. More sorry than you can know. I thought you were safe at Carol’s. If I’d been aware…”
There’s raw hurt in that admission, and it almost negates the breach of trust.
Almost.
But he did come for me, and I’ve never been more grateful to see him.
And he was tracking me because he didn’t want toloseme.
This is Alexander Reyes in love.
It’s twisted, it’s toxic, it’swrong.
But I’m his, and he’s mine. It’s too late to get a refund.
“I don’t forgive you,” I tell him. “But… thank you for saving me.”
I probably should’ve led with that.
“And I’m sorry.”
“You know that means you won’t do it again, right?”
He tilts his head, holding my gaze. “Then I’m not sorry.”
Figures.
“Points for honesty,” I mutter. Maybe, secretly, I quite like that. “So you already had this planned?”
“Yes.”
