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But his eyes still burned with icy rage.
And suddenly, she felt like prey.
Her pulse tripped.
“What did Zach tell you?” She cursed the tremble in her voice. Caleb had to hear it.
Too many secrets.
Too many lies.
“Did you know those men who tried to abduct you?” he demanded.
“No.” She stiffened her spine, injecting as much forcefulness as she could into the single word. “I already told you that.”
She hadn’t recognized them.
But she knew who sent them.
“You’ve never seen them before? Not even with your ex?”
This soldier interrogating her with his hard voice and cold, relentless gaze frightened her.
“No.”
“Then why were you so sure they didn’t know where you lived?”
Because they were looking for Abigail Winters.
Not Gianna Barone.
“They were strangers. Not from around here. And they were surprised to find me, remember?” A flimsy excuse. She knew it.
So did he. “Ever heard of Azamex? It’s a food distributor. Maybe your ex has business with them?”
“Maybe.” Gia wiped sweaty palms on her jeans. “He never discussed work around me.”
He’d introduced her to men and women he referred to as business associates. They’d rarely spoken to her. She’d been Vincente’s arm candy.
Dusk had settled. The soft glow of headlights cut across her windows.
Caleb strode to the glass, his hand moving over the gun at his back.
When he turned to face her, his features had shuttered.
No anger.
No suspicion.
Just a chilling remoteness.
“Zach’s officer is here, stationed outside.” His voice was flat. “I have to go.”
A sudden chill peppered her flesh. “Where?”
“Hunting.”
“No.” She shook her head hard enough to make her hair fly. “Not for me. I’m not worth it.”