Page 23 of In A Mood For Mr. Wrong

I sigh, pushing my plate away. "Alright, King. What’s the plan?"

His smirk fades, replaced by something more serious. "We figure out how Liam found you. And we make sure it doesn’t happen again." The weight of his words settles over me, but for the first time in a long time, I don’t feel like I have to carry it alone.

"First step, we figure out how he got your number and address," Grayson says, setting his coffee down with a firm thud. "You changed your number after you cut him off, right?"

I nod. "Yeah. And I don’t use my personal address for anything work-related. There’s no way he could’ve gotten it through the company."

Grayson runs a hand through his hair, his expression darkening. "Unless someone gave it to him." The thought sends a chill down my spine. "You think someone atPerfectly Matched…"

"Not necessarily. But we can’t rule out the possibility. Either way, we need to lock down all points of access. First, I’ll have my guy sweep your phone for tracking software. If he has any way of monitoring you, we cut him off."

I exhale, pressing my fingers to my temple. "Okay. And after that?"

"We change all your passwords, double up on security, and you stay here until we’re sure he doesn’t have a way to track you."

I tense at the last part. "Grayson…"

"Don’t argue, Evans. He knows where you live. He left you a note. That’s not casual. That’s planned. Which means I’m not letting you go home alone until we know exactly what we’re dealing with."

I clench my jaw, but deep down, I know he’s right. I hate feeling powerless, but I hate the idea of being reckless even more.

I take a deep breath. "Fine. We do it your way. For now."

Grayson smirks, but there’s something softer in his expression. "Good. Now, let’s get to work." Grayson wastes no time, grabbing his laptop and settling onto the couch while I sit beside him, my phone in hand. He pulls up an encrypted security program, his fingers flying over the keys as he sets up a scan. I watch in silence, impressed despite myself.

"Didn’t peg you as a tech guy," I murmur.

He smirks, not looking up. "I have many talents, Evans. Some more surprising than others."

Rolling my eyes, I unlock my phone, scanning my messages again. If Liam had a way to track me, it wasn’t obvious. Butjust as I’m about to set it down, a new message appears on the screen:You can’t hide from me forever.

A chill rushes down my spine. My breath catches, my grip tightening around the device. Grayson must see the change in my expression because his smirk disappears instantly.

"What?" he demands, already reaching for my phone. I swallow hard, my pulse hammering as I turn the screen toward him. His jaw clenches as he reads the message, his entire body going rigid. Then, his eyes flick to mine, dark and unreadable. "Looks like we just ran out of time."

18

MARGOT

Iwake up and for a second, I don’t remember anything, where I am, why I’m here, and the fact that Grayson King is somewhere in this place with me. The fact that I’m hiding out with my greatest rival, and worse, it’s finally sinking in that I don’t mind as much as I should. I groan, stretching under the covers before forcing myself up. The house is quiet except for the low murmur of someone on the phone. I follow the sound, stepping out into the hallway and pausing just before the kitchen.

Grayson is standing near the window, phone pressed to his ear, shirtless once again, because apparently, the man refuses to wear clothes in the morning. His back is to me, all strong lines and tension, his muscles shifting with every small movement. The morning light casts a golden glow on his skin, highlighting the sharp dips and ridges of his back, the broad shoulders that taper down to a lean waist. His abs, taut and defined, flex slightly as he takes a sip of coffee, and I swear, for a second, I forget how to breathe.

His free hand grips the mug tightly, veins prominent along his forearm, and when he rakes a hand through his already-messy hair, I feel a very real, very inconvenient warmth spread through me. This is ridiculous. I should not be noticing how unfairly attractive he is, not when I’m supposed to be focused on far more important things. But my body doesn’t seem to get the memo.

"No, that’s not good enough. I need a name. Someone gave up Margot’s information, and I want to know who. Now. I don’t care how you find it, pull phone records, track bank transactions, shake the information out of someone if you have to. But I want an answer within the hour, or you’ll be explaining to me why you failed. Do you understand?"

I suck in a sharp breath. He’s looking into how Liam found me? That’s… unexpected. And more than a little disarming.

Grayson exhales, running a hand through his hair. "Fine. Call me when you have something."

Just as he hangs up, his phone buzzes again. He glances at the screen and groans before answering. "What do you want, Olivia?"

I can’t hear her response, but whatever she says makes his jaw tighten. "Yeah, well, tell Elliot his dating life isn’t exactly my top priority right now." He listens for a second, then exhales sharply. "I didn’t forget. I know I have less than a month, Liv. Don’t start with me."

I frown, watching the way his shoulders stiffen. Less than a month forwhat?

I step into the kitchen, leaning against the doorway. "So, who do you have working for you, exactly? James Bond? Batman?"

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