“Sure thing.”
We disconnected, and the screen shots came through a minute later. There was no mistaking Brandon, but I’d never seen the woman before. Maybe Serenity knew her?
I stepped out of my room to find Serenity finishing up a piece of toast. “That was Patrick. He runs security at The Comet Club.”
“Oh, right.” Her eyes brightened. “Did he see something?”
“Yeah, but it wasn’t about me. Brandon showed up there last night.”
“At the Comet Club? Was he with his friend again?”
I shook my head. “No. I’m afraid he was with a woman. Patrick sent me some pictures. Want to take a look? Maybe you know her?”
She blinked a couple of times. “What? Are you freaking kidding me? Let me see.” She held out her hand for my phone. I handed it over, and she quickly scanned through the photos, her brows growing tighter with each passing second.
“You know her?”
She shook her head and handed the phone back. “I can’t believe it. This was after he asked me for a second chance? What a conniving bastard.”
“Yeah. I guess he didn’t mean a word he said to you.” I shook my head. “But why the ruse to get back together? And why drag out the divorce, especially if he’s hooked up with someone else?”
She pursed her lips. “I don’t know. It doesn’t make sense. They looked pretty chummy, too. I wonder how long he’s been seeing her?”
“You want me to text you the photos?”
She nodded, her shoulders slumping and her eyes closed. A sudden desire to beat the shit out of Brandon came over me, but I tamped it down. “They’re date and time-stamped, if that helps.”
She took a deep, shuddering breath to get back under control. “Yes. It does. I might need to stop by my lawyer’s office today. I could show these to him. Is that all right?” I nodded, and she continued. “Good. If nothing else, it will help me feel better.”
I hated that he’d hurt her. Brandon was a piece of shit. What was he trying to prove? Was he just a sadistic bastard who got off on hurting Serenity? There had to be more to it. Serenity might not like it, but if I could confront him, I was sure I could beat it out of him. If he showed up at The Comet Club again, I could tell Patrick to let me know, and I’d gladly let him have it.
While she put the call through to her lawyer’s office, I made a quick call to Patrick and told him what I wanted. That done, I finished my coffee and put my mug on the counter next to Serenity’s. It looked good beside hers, like I belonged here, and a surge of satisfaction rolled over me.
“Okay.” Serenity put her phone away. “He’s got ten minutes at eleven. You can stay here. I think you’ll be safe enough while I’m gone.”
I raised a brow. “But what about sticking together twenty-four-seven? Isn’t that in your contract?”
“Well… yeah, but it’s different now.”
“How so?”
“Your stalker doesn’t know you’re here.”
Being stuck here was not my idea of a good time. “Maybe… maybe not. You want to take that chance?”
“No. That’s not what I meant—” She huffed out a breath. “You’re right. I guess you’d better come with me.”
“Good.” I nodded, holding back a pleased grin. She couldn’t get rid of me that easily.
“What’s the plan for today?”
My morning routine usually included a workout, and I was itching to go to the gym, but that was out of the question, unless… “Do you have a home gym set-up or any exercise equipment?”
She raised a brow. “I have a small workout station downstairs. You want to see it?”
“That’s perfect. Yes.”
Her lips twisted, like she didn’t want to show me.
