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right. “I think I’m being followed.”  
    Savannah plunges her hand into her designer bag. “I’ll call security.”  
    “No,” I say and catch her wrist. “I can’t be sure.” We’re right in front of the salon now, and the BMW goes by. It’s on the opposite side of the street, and has tinted windows. I can’t make out who is inside.  
    “If you think you’re being followed, then have someone check it out,” she says, arching her eyebrows. “It won’t hurt anything, and isn’t that the reason you have security?”  
    I close my eyes in a long blink, lashes brushing against my sunglasses, and shake my head. “Yes, but I…I’m probably being paranoid.”
    “Have you seen that car before?” Savannah asks and pushes her blonde curls behind her ear.  
    I consider lying, but just can’t. “Yes.” I don’t have to tell her who I think might possibly be driving, right? Or that my suspicions seem more and more legitimate considering someone has driven along the rural road in front of the house almost every night for the last four weeks. I’m familiar enough with the roar of the engine by now that I know it’s the same bike.
    “Best case scenario: paparazzi. You father did make some changes to the company, after all. And the worst case: hit man.”  
    “Oh thanks,” I laugh.  
    “I’m serious,” Savannah presses. “People are fucking crazy these days. And you’re a walking target by default. It might not be fair, but it is what it is. Be safe and be careful. If you think someone is following you, call security for fuck’s sake.”
    “I will,” I promise with a smile, and hate that it feels like I’m lying to her face. If Grayson is involved, if he’s back in town…I’m damned.  

Chapter Two
    Grayson

    “Did you tell her?” I cross my arms and lean against the side of the brick building, ignoring the sweat rolling down my back. It’s humid as fuck outside and I’m dying in motorcycle boots, jeans, and a leather jacket.  
    Alcott adjusts his tie and walks straight ahead, pretending not to notice me. “Not yet.”  
    “You have to tell her.” I push off the wall and fall in step behind him. “Judging by how long you were in there, you didn’t get good news.” It’s more than just that, but I don’t bring up the dejection on Alcott’s face. Or the fact he drove himself to the University Hospital. Alcott Davenwood has been driven around his whole life. I was surprised to learn he even knew how to operate a car. “It’s not right and you know it.”  
    “It’s not your concern,” he says and unlocks his Mercedes. “And correct me if I’m wrong, Mr. King, but I hired you to follow her, not me.”  
    “And I have for a month. You have me tailing her every move like a fucking stalker. You said I’d get more details. I think I need them.”  
    Alcott opens the door to his SUV and steps back, almost surprised at the hot air that hits him. Yeah…that’s what happens when you don’t have a driver waiting for you with the A/C on. He turns to me, worry rimming his pale eyes. He blinks it away, turning back into the heartless businessman he wants to be seen as. “I’ll arrange a meeting with you next week. Perhaps Thursday? We can sit down and go over all the details.”  
    “Next week?” I echo. That’s the first time since I took this job—if you can even call it one—that he’s given me an actual date. It’s been all vague-talk of “later” until now. My heart gives a good holy-fuck thump against my chest when it dawns on me that the doctor must have delivered some shitty news. “How long?”
    Alcott moves to get into the SUV. I grab his arm. He looks down at my hand, and then moves his glare to my face. I don’t let go.  
    “How long?” I repeat. “How long do you have left?”  
    The resolve Alcott desperately holds onto starts to crumble. Lines form around his mouth and his eyebrows pinch together. “Maybe a month if I’m lucky.”  
    His