(Damian)
I stared at the screen, my fingers still for the first time in over an hour. “Yeah.” I turned the laptop toward her. “Rick Marshall.”
She frowned. “Who’s that?”
“Private investigator,” I said. “Deadbeat. Used to be decent, now he takes cheap jobs to spy on people.”
“Why would he care about me?” I asked.
I cracked my neck, feeling the tension. “Because someone hired him to watch you. I have an idea who it might be but I could be wrong."
She rolled her eyes. "Yeah, Jason or Chelsea."
I nodded. “Yeah. And here’s the kicker.” I hesitated, then cleared my throat. “It's partly my fault since I slept with Rick's ex before.” I cringed, wondering why I didn't keep my mouth shut.
Alina blinked. “Wait… what?”
I shrugged. “Years ago. I didn’t know they were together. Found out after.
