“Why am I here?” an irascible Alex exploded angrily, as he caught sight of both me and Tiffany coming out of our hiding place to confront him. His gaze landed on mine serenely and I had that crazy feeling of reassurance wash over me.
“Are you alright?” he asked frowning as his eyes roamed over my face looking for something. “Where have you been? We were looking for you everywhere.”
“Who’s we?” I inquired carefully, still unwilling to fall in his trap again given the circumstances. Things were too hectic for the moment to trust him again. It had been too easy to call him over, I sent him a text saying that we had to talk and called him to the Boston harbor to confront him about the red file.
“Well, your father’s men. And myself,” he answered listlessly, although I could sense that the e
