Page 35 of Savage Don
“I had you looked up.”
I blink. “You had me what?”
“Looked up.”
“That’s not better the second time.”
“I needed to know who had been brought into my home.”
“So you ran a background check on me?”
“Yes.”
“Without asking me.”
“Yes.”
“At least pretend to be embarrassed.”
“I’m not.”
I stare at him. There is something deeply wrong with this man. “You cannot just investigate people because they enter your house.”
“I can.”
“No, you shouldn't.”
“That’s a different statement.”
I open my mouth. Close it. Infuriating. “How much did you find?”
“Enough.”
“That’s horrifyingly vague.”
“I know where you studied, where you worked, and that you have been applying for positions in finance for several months.”
My stomach twists. That feels invasive in a way I don't like. He sees something change in my face.
His voice becomes slightly less hard. “I didn’t have anyone enter your home, access private communications, or interfere with anything in your life. I verified publicly and legally obtainable information because a stranger had suddenly entered my daughter's life.”
“After being hit by a car.”
“Yes.”
“You people have unusual hospitality customs.”
“So I have been told.”
I fold my arms again. “What does my employment status have to do with Anya?”
He leans back slightly. “Anya has had tutors, nannies, security personnel and more caregivers than I care to count, and she has disliked almost all of them.”
“I find that difficult to believe. She seems very friendly.”
“She is friendly when she chooses to be. Cooperation is another matter.”
“That sounds more believable.”
