Paige shivered in the office while she took her break. It was warm back here, almost disturbingly warm, but it was the only place she could go that was out of prying eyes. She did have some concerns that she might be opening Mike up to a dangerous situation by holing up in his office, but could she afford to live her entire life by what Jack wanted?
Could she afford not to? More to the point, could the people around her afford for her not to keep Jack’s needs firmly in mind?
She tugged at her hair. Mike gently disengaged her hands and sat back. “You want to talk about it?”
Paige knew she should lie. Bosses didn’t want to hear about your problems. They wanted just enough information to get rid of you. Mike was different, though. At least, he had been so far. “It’s the stalker. The killer
