Chapter Fifty-Eight

“Eric,” Cat exclaimed in surprise, “how did you find me?” She knew she appeared guilty, and indeed she was, for having ditched her security detail and then leaving the apartment building against better judgment. But his discovery of her location puzzled her; she was certain no guards had tailed her. Then realisation dawned on her swiftly—there was only one possibility, and it stung that he hadn’t sought her consent. “You are tracking my phone, aren’t you?” Cat accused him.

Eric, who had been glaring at Alex, turned sharply at her accusation, fixing her with his intense gaze. “You can say that now when I find you having lunch with Alex McDonnell. You lied to me. You told me you were sick. Cat, you don’t look sick to me, just guilty.”

The fact that he had installed a tracker on her phone made her feel violated; she wasn’t an object to be monitored. How dare he lo-jack her? She hid nothing on her phone, so she always left it out. But if he intended to use a tracking device, he should have