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It is only then that Adrian looks around as if just realizing that the warehouse might have surveillance. I watch the blood drain from his face as he realizes his mistake.

“I—” Adrian starts, but the taller officer is already approaching him with handcuffs.

“Sir, you need to turn around and place your hands behind your back.”

“Do you have any idea who I am?” Adrian bellows as he is forced against the side of the car and cuffed.

The second officer turns to me. “Ma’am, can you tell us what happened?”

I spend the next fifteen minutes explaining the entire encounter, my voice steady despite the trembling in my hands. The officer takes notes, occasionally glancing up at me with sympathetic eyes.

“And you’re certain you’ve never encouraged this man’s attention?” he asks.

I fight the urge to roll my eyes. “No, I have not. I don’t even know him. He knows my bosses and owns the competitor company. He’s been following me for weeks.”

From the corner of my eye, I catch Jace turning toward me, but I avoid looking back. They already know Adrian cornered Trey and me during our shopping trip. Judging by Jace's expression, though, I'm about to hear exactly how he feels about it. Again.

The officer finally takes Adrian by the arm and escorts him toward the waiting cruiser. He's been standing there in handcuffs throughout my statement, looking increasingly furious with every passing minute.

Then his attention shifts to me.

“You think those men tell you everything, Sloane?”

“Sir, watch your head,” the officer instructs, guiding him toward the cruiser.

Adrian plants his feet. “Why don't you ask Nathaniel what he's hiding from you?”

Jace goes rigid beside me. I catch it immediately, and apparently, so does Adrian, because a slow, vicious smile spreads across his face.

“Better yet, why don't you ask your boyfriend? He knows exactly what I'm talking about.”

“Get in the fucking car, Cross,” Jace snaps.

“Jace,” the officer warns.

Adrian laughs as the officer ushers him into the back seat. I turn toward Jace, but he's watching the cruiser with his jaw clenched, refusing to meet my eyes.

“What the hell was he talking about?”

“Sugar, don't let that asshole get in your head.”

“That wasn't the answer to my question.”

His attention finally settles on me, and he gives me a smile that comes a fraction too late.

Nate is hiding something.

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The key fob on the table is a constant reminder of the conversation we’re all avoiding.

Two weeks.

It’s been two weeks since Adrian tried to drag me into his car, and somehow the men have managed to turn every attempt I’ve made to get answers into something else.

First, I needed to be checked out at the hospital. Then I needed to settle in at the penthouse. By the time I finally cornered Nate, all I got was a halfhearted explanation about Adrian sniffing around SOLAÉ, old history between them, and security looking into a few things.