Chapter Four
Once Will had retreated through the door Ryder had entered by, Lacie folded her arms and frowned at Ryder. “What was that?” Lacie asked.
“You tell me, who’s the suit?” Ryder demanded, adopting a wider stance.
That he was angry with her, made Lacie scoff. “Why are you pissed? You and your staff—”
“My staff?” he snapped, crowding in close.
She didn’t shrink because of his proximity. She kept her eyes trained to his, ready to argue if that’s what he was spoiling for. “You and Will both knew we were no threat of any kind. So why get in the way?”
“I’ve watched you be kidn*pped by one mad man; I’m not going to watch it again!”
“If I’d been in danger, I would’ve told Will.”
“Have you got your panic button?” Ryder asked, checking his watch with his eyes and his ear.
“Yes,” sh
