I study her. I ought to call the cops, or somehow scare her into respecting my boundaries. “Are you going to tell me why in the hell you broke into my place?”
She rolls her eyes. “Please, if I was breaking into your place, I wouldn’t trip the laser sights to announce my presence. Forgive me, but I didn’t see the doorbell out there.”
What woman knows about laser security systems? And doesn’t scream when a giant wolf pins her to the ground?
“I don’t recall inviting you. How the hell did you even find me?”
“I’m a hacker, remember?”
“Or a stalker.”
“Same thing.” Her hand goes to the front of her sweatshirt, and I hear the crinkle of paper. “I have something to show you. It couldn’t wait until tomorrow.”
I take her elbow and lead her up the slick Italian tile steps and inside the mansion
