XANDER
More than twenty minutes had passed since Amara left with that man.
My driver glanced at me so often through the rearview mirror, waiting for instructions, but I had none to give. My eyes stayed locked on my phone, my grip tightening around it as I fought the urge to dial the number on the screen.
I told myself I was here for business, but that was a lie. Ever since I saw her on the streets of Sedona a few nights ago, the deal that had brought me here had become nothing more than an afterthought.
My thumb hovered over the call button. Her number—I have it now. A simple command to my men, and by morning, they had delivered everything I needed. Getting it wasn’t as difficult as it had been in the past now that I knew where she was.
Should I call? Would hearing my voice send her
