I looked at Harry whose expression was one I couldn’t decipher before looking back at the six foot man standing at the entrance. His face was set in a grim expression. He was in black suits, the only type of clothing he seemed to be wearing the past few days. I looked up his icy cool stare again and if I were anyone else, that look in his eyes would have made me wet my knickers or maybe make me run off a far corner hiding. I couldn’t keep the surprise off my face. How could he? Or rather how did he find me?. And then the light bulb flicked on in my head.
Of course he did.
He found out where I was the same way he found out about my whole movement when I was at California.
My scowled deepened.
“You had your watchdog follow me again didn’t you.”
He watched me. His blue gaze was on me.
