"Come here," he says, holding his arm out.
Instantly, I move closer, pushing into his side as I hug him. My head rests on his shoulder and I hold onto him tight, afraid to let go.
Jett rubs my back, putting his chin on the top of my head. "You're safe now."
"How did you know?" I ask quietly. "It's not seven yet."
He laughs quietly, amused that I read his email. "Do you really want to know?"
"Yeah," I answer without hesitation.
"We put a tracker on your cell," Jett replies simply. "We knew you hadn't left yet."
I pull back, gazing up at him. "But I still had until seven. Why did you come into the office? You could have waited outside or something."
Jett looks out the windshield. "See that car over there?" he points to a Ford F350.
I nod. "Yeah?"
"That's his truck. The empty space next to it was occupied by another colleague. We watched everyone leave and knew you were the last two inside."
"How did you know who was at work? Or who I even work with?" I ask suspiciously.
Jett smiles at me. "We hired a PI. Hawk stood out the front this morning and watched everyone arrive—and cross checked it with their RFID cards. We get an instant notification and log of every single employee card and when it's swiped and where. That PI was well worth their money. If you ever need one, I recommend someone with a specialty in IT—well, hacking for lack of a better term. We know everything about everyone you work with, Tempest."
"What?" I pull away, baffled.
"Oh, yeah," he says casually. "We know all about your little colleague there. Especially the reason why he changed firms."
I frown. "Elijah? Why did he change?"
Jett's smile fades, eyes darkening. "Because someone made a complaint against him for sexual harassment. It couldn't be proved immediately so he was given the choice to either resign without a formal investigation on his personnel file or be fired if evidence came to light. He contacted your firm and with his excellent billings and seemingly clean record, he jumped shipped before anything could be found."
My eyebrows furrow in thought. "Is that why you said he wasn't a good person?"
"Yes," he says firmly. "But also we knew he wasn't a good person for you. Because you're ours. And no one touches what's ours."
Before I can respond, the driver's seat swings open, startling me. Hawk slips into his seat, holding out my purse.
"Your cell is inside," he murmurs.
I don't take it immediately, my eyes narrowing on his hand.
"Hawk… why is there blood all over your hand?"
Chapter 22
I'm ushered inside their house, Hawk heading in first. I quickly take after him, grabbing his hand.
"Wait!"
He didn't answer my questions in the car, and now that we're somewhere more private, I'm hoping to figure it out.
Hawk pauses in the hallway, turning around to face me. "What?"
I lift his hand up, examining the dried blood. "Is it yours?" I ask, concerned.
He snickers. "No, Tempest. It's not mine."
