Page 33 of Securing His Obsession

“Everyone’s gone. I thought we could order pizza for dinner.”

“Sounds good. Let me know when it’s here.” She made a move to close the door, but Damon grabbed the edge of it. “Something else you want?”

He gave a short nod. “We need to talk.”

If they’d been in a full-on relationship, those words would’ve sent tremors of dread down her spine, and even though they weren’t, shafts of worry still pierced her.

She could push the issue that they could talk over dinner, but why prolong it? Whatever he told her it wasn’t going to be good news.

“Fine.” She let go of the door, opening it enough so that she could slip under his arm and head for the living room.

She noted the sensors in the corner of the room, and the one over the front door. How many others were there in the house? Not to mention cameras. Granted, she had a mini security system in her place, and it didn’t bother her. But Damon was a skilled soldier who probably knew thirty-two different ways to kill someone using a plastic fork.

Margot headed for her favorite corner of Damon’s couch and curled her legs up beside her. A small bottle of Coke appeared on the coffee table, and she looked up at him and smiled her thanks.

“Pizza should be here in about thirty minutes,” he said as he sat on the opposite corner of the couch to her.

Somehow this was the routine they’d fallen into since she’d moved in. She’d deduced that Damon didn’t usually sit on the couch, but on one of the lounge chairs, because the remotes had been in a pocket on the side, and the chair had a distinctive butt print on it.

“Guess you have thirty minutes to talk then,” she said as she swallowed some of her drink.

“Yeah. Let’s start off with what we came home to. I know you didn’t believe me when I said it was time to get a security system, and you were right, I didn’t need it, but after what we found out today, your safety is paramount to me.”

The sassy remark she had ready to go after he’d said she was right, died on her lips. All her bravado about demanding answers to what had gone off after Damon had returned to the office disappeared, and she didn’t want to know. But that was being naïve. Her life was being affected, and she needed to man the fuck up and deal with whatever was going on.

She’d survived being shot and almost being sold. She may have some lingering issues she needed to work through, but she’d always tried to face the difficult things in her life head on. There was no point changing that now. “What did you find?”

Chapter

Sixteen

Margot may think she wasn’t showing any fear, but he saw it in her eyes, and Damon wished he could snatch it away so she never had to experience it ever again. Unfortunately, life wasn’t like that, and this wouldn’t be the last time she felt fear. He only hoped that what he was about to tell her wouldn’t set off her anxiety. He’d noticed that, ever since she’d moved in with him, she’d been different, more like her old self, but he wasn’t going to believe that she was totally over what had been troubling her. If someone should know that bad things always stayed with a person, it would be him.

He reached into his sweatpants pocket and pulled out the tracker and put it on the couch between them. “I found this in your car.”

“Is that like an AirTag that goes into suitcases?”

“It is.”

“And that was in my car? Where?”

“It was in the spare wheel cavity. If you weren’t on the lookout for anything unusual, you wouldn’t have seen it. It was well hidden.”

Her eyes widened, and her hand went to the base of her throat as the implication of it all set in. “It wouldn’t have mattered if I pushed to stay at a hotel, they would’ve found me. I wouldn’t have been safe at all.”

Damon closed the gap between them and touched her knee. “I’m sorry, Meg, no you wouldn’t.”

“Is it still working?” she whispered, touching the device carefully, as if it was going to singe her if she got too close.

“No, we took the battery out. But it doesn’t matter, they know you’re staying here.”

“The security system,” she gasped.

“Yeah, Wilt was able to get it fitted quickly, and he has the ability to monitor it.” Damon wasn’t keen on his friend knowing his every movement, but at the moment, he would suck it up, because he didn’t want anything to happen to Margot.

Then again, Wilt wasn’t the type of person to spy, and he had his own life to think about, and partner to love and protect.

“Would it be safe to go to a hotel now? I mean, if the tracker isn’t in my car, they’re not going to know where I am.”