“What’s going on?” Kade Campbell asked as he dropped his massive frame onto a chair that looked ridiculously small by comparison. Even sitting, he was taller than some people and twice as broad across the shoulders.

“King had an unexpected guest,” Zeke said with a sly smile. Ezekiel Watts, the head of our cyber operations, always knew things five minutes before anyone else. He’d probably been aware of Willow shortly after I was.

Kade’s brows rose. “Trouble?”

“Possibly,” Zeke mused. “Certainly intriguing.”

I sat opposite the two men and looked at each in turn. “Willow Lennox broke into my office last night.”

Kade jolted. “Tom Lennox’s sister?”

“Yes. She was looking for evidence that we’re intending to take over their company.”

Zeke laughed. “She didn’t find it, of course.”

“She didn’t,” I confirmed. “But the cat’s out of the bag anyway.”

Zeke shrugged. “Not the end of the world. With the way things are going, Tom won’t be able to stop us no matter how much forewarning he has.”

“I’ve never met Willow,” Kade said. “But I’ve heard she’s really something.”

“If you like the ice queen type,” Zeke replied derisively.

I internally disagreed. From what I’d seen of her last night, Willow was anything but cold. Perhaps she wore her untouchable princess persona as protection.

“Whatever she is, it doesn’t change anything.” Kade crossed his arms over his chest, his biceps bulging in ways that mine never would. While I was no slouch, Kade could be The Rock’s lovechild with Arnold Schwarzenegger.

“No, it doesn’t.” I couldn’t let myself regret the fact she was going to be collateral damage.

Zeke cleared his throat. “Actually, maybe it could. I have an idea if you’d like to hear it.”

I nodded, always interested to know what was going on in his devious mind. “Go on.”

“First, tell me more about the girl. I looked her up after she left, so I have the basics.”

I suspected he knew far more than the basics. Zeke’s version of “looking someone up” was a greater invasion of privacy than a police background check. Kade and I exchanged glances. “What do you know?”

“She’s twenty-five,” he replied. “Works for the family company. Has a degree in fine arts, with a preference for painting. Lives with Sage Nichols, a yoga instructor and online lifestyle influencer.”

Kade scoffed, not a fan of anything even remotely woo-woo.

“But what is she like?” Zeke asked, leaning forward. “As a person, I mean. She comes across as very distant, but that perception isn’t consistent with a woman who’d sneak into your office to go through your private files.” He fell silent, and both men gave me their full attention.

“Yesterday was the first time I’ve spoken to her in years,” I told them. “She was a sweet kid.” I hesitated, remembering the time I’d encountered her in her father’s office, in tears because of her idiot prom date. “Frank doted on her, but she wasn’t selfish.”

“By all accounts, not a bad person,” Zeke said. “With a rap sheet purer than a nun’s. Not so much as a parking ticket.”