I spin in place “Why are you sneaking up on me?”
He pauses and stares at me for one long, uncomfortable moment before he answers. “Because you’re perfect, Dani.”
There’s a subtext to the comment. It’s not his normal over-the-top playboy routine. It’s like I’m being assessed at auction.
“Perfect for what?” I whisper, suddenly fearful ofuckingnd what he might do to me, despite the people milling around us on all sides.
He glances over my shoulder at Wyatt being tended to. “We can agree that if Wyatt’s employer—”
“He doesn’t work. He’s at college. He’s a math major.”
Why am I telling him this? I sound proud, which I am. But why am I telling him, specifically?
He nods. “Then if the college officials discovered that Wyatt has been taking illicit drugs, they might have something to say ab
