Alex looked up, opening up and telling Tate the truth, her voice dropping into a whisper. "I might not be so sure, but it seems Rose knows something. Back at the villa, right before we boarded the transport, I overheard her on the phone. She was feeding someone information about your flight coordinates and your security detail."
Tate didn't move. His features remained entirely smooth, a cold stillness washing over his imposing frame. He won't be surprised.
Alex blinked, her brow furrowing as she took a step back, caught completely off guard by his lack of a reaction.
"Why aren't you surprised?" she asked, her voice tight with a sudden, defensive bewilderment. "I'm telling you your wife’s childhood friend is a mole, and you look like I just told you it's raining."
He turned his head sl
