Lita looked up when the door opened again and grimaced at the petite blonde sauntering in.
“Did you figure out yet I’m the reason you are here?”
“I thought I was here because of a power-hungry Greek mafia brat who thinks I’m going to provide him offspring,” she commented dryly.
“Yes,” she blinked at Lita as if the woman was stupid, “but I’m how he got you.”
“Are you now?”
“Yes! See he didn’t know any of your personal information. Not your address or where you worked. He had no way to actually capture you. He saw you last weekend at a bar but it was only because his father had put the name of your two favorite bars in the instructions to their IT guy.”
“Della, you’re a smart, beautiful woman. You should call your doctor and get back on your meds. You’re off your rocker.”
The woman st
