Page 68 of Love Me Stalk Me
She chose me.
And I'malready moving.
I'm by her side before Evan can even process what she just said. He opens his mouth, already protesting. "Izzy, you're a manager. You can just reschedule. The holidays are months away?—"
Then he sees me.
And stops.
Because we both know who wins in a fight.
I stare at him, silent, unwavering.
I know what I look like.
Guys like him—the ones who can't even bench their own body weight—I scare them.
He'll make up for it with big talk and expensive watches, but at the end of the day?
He's intimidated.
And he knows it.
I glance between the two of them, my voice calm, steady, revealing nothing.
"Excuse me, gentlemen," I say smoothly. "But I need to steal her away."
I let it hang, then add, "For our security meeting."
Izzy gives them both a perfectly fake smile.
Before Evan can get another word out, I place my hand on the small of her back and lead her toward the employee area.
I can still hear them talking behind us.
Still hear Monroe laughing.
Still hear Evan muttering something under his breath.
But I don't care.
Because she's mine now.
DID WE JUST TRAUMA BOND?
IZZY
Cal's handis on the small of my back. The pressure is light but firm, a silent claim that nobody in the room could possibly miss. His palm radiates warmth through the thin fabric of my blouse. He tells Evan and Monroe that he needs to steal me away.
Steal.
Like I'm something valuable.
Something worth taking.
Something that belongs somewhere else—with someone else.
He leads me away from them, his stride measured, unhurried. Not rushing me, not pulling me, just guiding with a quiet confidence that seems as natural to him as breathing.
