“I was surprised when I got your text,” Alexander said with a smile, meeting me at the door. “And happy to hear that you could finally get out of the office at a reasonable hour. I have to say, I do like it when you’re back here with me before sundown.”
“Me too.” I gave him the softest smile I could manage and started to put away my things.
I’d given it a lot of thought on the drive home. My strange discovery from this morning explained a lot, actually. Why Alexander involved himself with stopping his stepmother from sabotaging my project. Why he didn’t tell me about it. And why he always had such a keen interest in hearing about my work. But it also, of course, raised even more questions. Bigger questions.
“How’d you manage to get away?” he asked, seeming to enjoy watching me as I
