Page 62 of The Billionaire's Angel

Both Aiden and Gage remained silent, and Amelia scowled at them, muttering, “You don't have to tell me, I’ll figure itout.”

I didn't have to wonder what our next project would be. Maybe searching for the hidden compartments would keep Amelia out oftrouble.

“What if this is him?” Annalise asked. “What if this is the missingbaby?”

“You think our intruder is Anna's missing son?” Aidenasked.

“There's a logic to it,” Gage said. “Just because we can't find him, doesn't mean he doesn't know who he is, or who we are. We have no idea what he's been told or how he was raised. He could hold a grudge or have an agenda we know nothingabout.”

“It could be the father,” Amelia cut in. “None of the documents Charlie found revealed the identity of the baby's father. We know it couldn't have been James, but James knew about the baby, or that paperwork wouldn't have been so easy to find. That box of letters just proves my point. If Anna was trying to hide them, she would've burned them or torn them up, not put them in a box. I'd bet either Hugh or James had that box, not Anna. She never favored the library when she was in the house. Anna loved the living room. More light, she always said.” A shadow crossed Amelia's face, and I reached out to squeeze herhand.

Across the table, Annalise propped her heels on the edge of her chair, bringing her knees to her chest, and wound her arms tightly around them, turning herself into a defensive ball. “So basically we have no idea who it is. It could be my missing half-brother; it could be my mother'slover—”

“It could have something to do with that phone call,” I cutin.

Gage and Aiden exchanged a look I couldn't decipher. They knew something. I sat up straighter in my chair and leaned forward, looking betweenthem.

“The break-ins started after I moved in. Not long before I got that phone call. This might not be about your family at all. This might be aboutme.”

“You’d been living here for months before anything happened,” Aiden argued. “I think it's unlikely this is related to your phonecall.”

Before I could say anything, Gage jumped in. “It's not about you, Sophie. If the intruder had anything to do with you or Anthony Armstrong, why would he want a box of my mother's old loveletters?”

I couldn't argue that logic. The timing just seemedodd.

“It could be my stalker,” Annalise said in a stark, flatvoice.

“No.” Aiden and Gage both answered, together. Aiden continued, “The timing doesn't work, Lise. The break-ins started well before you came home and they don't follow the pattern. There was no card, no note, no flowers, nogifts.”

“Maybe he's escalating,” shesaid.

Aiden gave her a sharp look. “Did something happen you haven't told usabout?”

“I didn't say that,” Annalisehedged.

“It’s not the stalker,” Aidensaid.

Annalise settled back into her chair, her expression unconvinced. “I should leave,” shesaid.

“Don't even think about it,” Aiden said. “Tate is getting married in two days. You can wait twodays.”

Annalise gave a noncommittal shake of her head. Aiden packed the letters back in the box andstood.

“The house is secured for the night. We have extra security outside, two in the library, and two downstairs. The window will be repaired tomorrow. I suggest we all try to get some sleep. Lise, I'd like you to move up to Gage's room. It's less exposed than your bedroom at the front of thehouse.”

“I thought you said the house was secure,” shesaid.

“It is,” he said gently, “but I think you'll sleep better upstairs. The only way to Gage's room is the main staircase, and that has sensors all over it. Jacob's suite is the only other room near yours, and it's empty. You won't be able to relax down there, and I know you don't want to sleep withAmelia.”

“My snoring isn't that bad,” Ameliamuttered.

“We can hear you across the hall,” Gage said, easily. My cheeks burned at his open admission that he was sleeping in my bed every night. Everyone knew it, but knowing it and talking about it in the open were two differentthings.

“Gage,” I hissed under mybreath.

“Angel,” he said, trying to hide his laugh. He reached out and took my hand, running his thumb over my knuckles. I couldn't bring myself to lift my gaze from the surface of the dining room table. I was tooembarrassed.

“I'll move my things upstairs,” Annalise said, taking the attention off me. I shot her a grateful look, and she returned it with a kindsmile.