“Yes, she—” She breaks off and stares at me in disbelief. “Are you stalking me? How do you know about Emma? I didn’t mention her at all.”
“Not this time, no,” I agree. “But last time, you did. She called to check on you after you’d taken the car and ran from your wedding.”
Her face goes slack with realization, but the shock lingers. “You… you remember her name.”
“I remember a lot of things.”
She swallows back her surprise. “So you haven’t been stalking me?”
I smile. “I’m a busy man now, Kinsley. I don’t have time to follow you from morning to night. Riveting though your schedule may be.” I saunter closer to her. “Does that disappoint you?”
“What you’re seeing is relief, not disappointment.”
“I’m not so sure you’re telling me the truth, sladkaya.”
What she says next takes me by surp
