of him. He started the engine and maneuvered around the circular driveway, following the road down to the gate as Colt watched them from the garage. The gate opened automatically and they were part of the real world again, and he thought he saw her stiffen. Well what do you know? Princess was scared.
Chapter Four
“A lexandria?”
That was the first time Sam actually used her name without sounding condescending.
“Yes.”
She glanced at him feeling weary all of a sudden. They’d stopped at the traffic light. Sam looked over at her as if he was waiting for an answer of some sort. Her mind was a million miles away. Whoever was following her had taken away her freedom. It made her feel vulnerable. She was already leery of people to begin with, and now she needed a bodyguard, one who couldn’t stand the sight of her.
“Are you okay?”
He almost appeared concerned and it made her want to reach out to him. Yeah, right. Reach out to the man who’d called her a spoiled brat. That hurt coming from him, and she wasn’t sure why. It could be that there was some ring of truth to his statement.
She had been called worse and it had never bothered her before. But this man sitting next to her knew how to get under her skin. She was not going to give him ammunition to use against her.
“Does it matter?” Her wall of defense went up ready to protect herself. She had discovered a long time ago that if you kept people at arms length, they couldn’t hurt you.
“I’m here to help you,” he said glancing at her. The traffic light turned green and he drove off.
“Please. You’re here for daddy’s money and to protect
his
property.”
The muscle in his jaw tensed. She hit a nerve. Good.
“I know you’re scared.”
“You know nothing about me.”
“This person has invaded your privacy and now you’re looking over your shoulder and around every corner. I can stop him.”
“How?” She laughed harshly. “It’s not like you want to be here.”
“And you don’t want me here. We finally agree on something. Look, in order for me to help you, this is where I need to be.”
He sounded sincere, but she couldn’t be sure. She felt like she was walking on thin ice knowing that at any moment, the surface would crack and she could get pulled under.
“I don’t know who he is or what he wants.” Alexandria closed her eyes for a moment, leaning back against the headrest, allowing the motion of the vehicle to calm her. “Matt said it could also be a woman.”
“He could be right. Women stalk other women as well.”
“I don’t know. This person was in my apartment, did Matt tell you that?” Alexandria grasped her purse tight in her lap to keep her hands from trembling.
“No.”
“A white night gown was laid across my bed a few nights ago.”
“Matt never told me that.”
“He doesn’t know. Before that items just kept disappearing. I thought I was misplacing things. Then I started paying closer attention, making mental notes of things I’d put away. The items either disappeared or they were moved. Matt even installed a camera. It’s hidden in a picture frame on the fireplace mantel. It picked up nothing. I’m being stalked by a ghost,” she smiled bitterly.
“First thing on the agenda is to get new locks put on the door and check the alarm system. We need a new system from a different company.”
“Already did that.”
“I haven’t done it. I know someone who specializes in security systems. Next, you need to back track and pinpoint when this started. Maybe this person was someone you rejected because of the lifestyle you lead.”
There was that judgmental tone in his voice again. For one split second she had the false illusion that he actually cared.
“I brought it upon myself, is that it?” Her eyes were sharp on him.
“I’m just saying—”
“I know what you’re saying, you and everyone else. I don’t have to apologize to you or anyone about the way I live my life. Since you