Alex’s command hung in the air like thunder that refused to fade.
“Tell me everything.”
Tracy didn’t move. She could hear her heartbeat in her ears, could feel his gaze burning into her as the space between them pulsed with something dangerous and raw.
“I already told you,” she said finally, her voice low but steady. “Carter’s been digging. He’s spreading things about us—about the contract, about me. He wants to make it look like you’re covering up some kind of scandal.”
Alex’s jaw flexed. “That’s not everything, Tracy.”
She hesitated. She could tell him about Sophie’s contact at Carter’s firm. About the folder of documents she’d managed to copy—emails, transfers, contracts—proof of how Carter was funding rumors through shell companies. But if she handed it over now, Alex would handle
