“Of course not,” I muttered.

One thing was clear about Willow Lennox: she was loyal to the Lennox family name. I didn’t know what her relationship with Tom was like, except that it was friendly enough for them to attend events together, but even if they didn’t get along, I doubted she’d want to cause a scandal by suing him.

My jaw tightened. No wonder she’d given up life as an artist. She probably couldn’t afford to support herself the way her father had intended. Tom had screwed her out of her future.

“Anyone else in her life?” I asked. “Boyfriends or exes?”

Zeke waggled his eyebrows. “It seems that sweet little Willow is as pure as a new snowfall. She didn’t date in high school and doesn’t appear to have done so more than a handful of times in college. She often attends events on the arms of wealthy men who are connected to her brother but is rarely seen with the same man more than once. I assume it’s all part of a smokescreen to make her look like the perfect society heiress. Except,” he chuckled, “she has no inheritance.”

She wasn’t seeing anyone. Savage satisfaction tore through me. I didn’t like the thought of her with another man. No matter how unsuitable she might be, my subconscious said she belonged with me.

Willow

Someone was watching me. I could feel it.

All weekend, I’d had the strangest sensation of eyes following me, and it hadn’t gone away. Now it was Monday and I was back in the King’s Security office, but the feeling hadn’t left. Was someone actually watching me? If so, were they working for Ronan, or had Tom gotten us into more trouble? Short of tying him up and torturing him for information, I’d done everything I could to get him to spill the truth of our situation, but he hadn’t. Our company must have been in dire financial straits, that much was clear, but there was more to the story. Something I was missing. My best guess was that he owed money to someone he shouldn’t.

I needed to do my own digging into Tom’s affairs, in addition to the snooping I’d already been doing at King’s Security. I hadn’t found any mention of Lennox Securities during my time surreptitiously nosing around the intranet, but when I’d looked up the files for some of the bigger clients he’d poached from us, they were password protected. At first, I thought that was an indication of guilt, but I’d quickly realized that every client file was password protected. I’d considered mentioning this to Tom, certain he’d have ideas about how to break into them, but I’d decided not to. No matter how much trouble the company was in, I didn’t believe Dad would have wanted me to stoop that low. He’d had firm ideas about honor.

I straightened and headed for the area where Zeke’s cybersecurity team was housed. Anxiety squeezed in my chest. Dad probably wouldn’t have wanted me to do what I was about to do either. But honestly, I didn’t think I had much choice.