Page 24 of Lennox Lane

“I prefer you gain access to a therapist. You’re a fucking Chucky doll with a laptop,” she insulted him.

“More like three laptops,” she corrected.

They stared at each other before she told him to get out of her car. He refused, and that seemed to annoy her more, but he didn’t care.

“You brought Depends to my dinner table,” she reminded him.

“For awareness.”

“For awareness?” Her voice rose. “Nigga, awareness of what? Your lack of home training?”

Lennox laughed before he could stop himself—wrong move. Lane’s head whipped toward him so fast he almost apologized on instinct, almost.

“Something funny?” she asked.

“Not at all.”

“You’re laughing,” she pointed out.

He pressed his lips together as she pointed at him with one manicured finger. “You’re a menace—a menace with a laptop. A menace with a pharmacy rewards account. A menace with abandonment issues and too much free time.”

“I’m actually very busy, Lane. Getting you back is my top priority.”

“By hacking into my personal life? Cyberstalking women and terrorizing steakhouse patrons?”

“Only one woman,” he corrected, skipping over the comment she’d made about hacking into her life.

“That doesn’t make it better,” Lane said.

“It makes me focused.”

Lane’s eyes widened. “Focused? Lennox, you interrupted my date and told a man I left diapers at your house.”

“You did.”

“I did not.”

“Oh, well. Spiritually, you did.”

She sat back slowly and stared through the windshield like she was asking the man above for patience and bail money. “I’m going to jail tonight.”

“Probably not. Orange is your color, but I prefer it in sequins.”

Her head turned.

Lennox held up a hand. “Compliment. You look beautiful.”

Her anger faltered for half a second, and Lennox saw it because he saw everything when it came to her, including the things he had no right to notice. The slight shift in her mouth. The way her lashes lowered before she remembered she was mad. The tiny pull of breath that told him his words had landed beneath her fury as she tried to recover quickly.

Lane dropped her handbag onto the center console and faced him fully as she asked again, “How did you know where I was?”

Lennox knew the smart thing to do was lie or find a way to soften the truth. He could say he had people. He could say he guessed, but Lane deserved the truth even if the truth was about to get him verbally filleted in a parking lot.

“I hacked your email and iCloud,” he finally found the courage to admit.

Lane went still as the air inside the car changed. The pressure dropped as a storm had rolled over the city.

“Repeat that?” She demanded.