Xander knew he was in trouble. He let Sasha drag him into the adjoining bedroom and waited for her to explode at his high-handed behavior. Not that he cared. There was no way he was going to turn her safety over to anyone but the best.

She faced him, hands on her hips. “What are you doing?”

“Making sure you’re protected. Do you think I’m going to let the PR firm who didn’t tell you about potential stalker issues handle your safety?” he asked.

Her beautiful blue eyes opened wide. “How about you let me handle it? God knows I’ve been capable of taking care of myself since you left me.”

He narrowed his gaze. “I’d say you checked out of the relationship first, but that’s not the point.”

He didn’t want to get into a petty fight about the past when he needed to focus on the present. She’d been threatened by a stalker, and he intended to take care of her—without allowing himself to dig into the reasons why he cared so much. From the moment that crazy fan had grabbed her and tried pulling her away, a switch had flipped inside him and his protector instincts had kicked in.

And since she looked about to launch into an argument again, he cut her off. “I can make one call and have someone by your side in under an hour. Are you going to argue?”

“Fine.”

“Good.” He pulled his cell out of his pocket and got his brother on the phone. “Dash, I need a favor.”

“Talk to me.”

Xander heard music playing in the background. “Your security people. I need someone immediately for Sasha. She’s at the Gansevoort, but I’m bringing her to my place, where it’s quiet and we can see a stranger coming. Can you get me someone to protect her?”

“You’re bringing me where?” Sasha’s voice echoed in the room. Her pouty lips parted in shock, and Xander prepared himself for another fight.

On the other end of the call, his brother was silent and Xander knew why. It was only a matter of time before–

“What the fuck are you doing?” Dash asked. “Didn’t she hurt you enough the first time?”

“That’s not what this is about. Can you help me out or not?” Xander asked.

Xander glanced at Sasha, who was tapping her foot, her anxiety and fury obvious. He didn’t blame her. No more than he faulted his sibling for worrying about him. Xander would do the same if the situation were reversed.

“On it, bro, but I hope you know what you’re doing. Someone from Alpha will be in touch soon.”

“Thanks.” Xander disconnected the call.

“I’m not staying with you. That’s what a bodyguard is for,” Sasha said.