Jackpot!
She finally left her computer unlocked.
Don’t ask how many times in the past several weeks I’ve tried this trick.
It always works, but the unlocking of her desktop, I haven’t been as lucky.
I quickly open up the page for our background checks and type in Liam Moretti.
I’m not looking for any prior arrests. I don’t think he has any, at least I hope not. What I do want is his contact information.
I get an address and scribble it down on a scrap piece of paper, shove it in my pocket, before closing the window on her computer and hurrying back.
“Got it!” Ariella yanks the pages free, her hands grimy from the ink. “This old thing. I keep telling Jaxson he needs to bring someone in to look at it. Funny how it only acts up for you.”
I laugh. “Yeah, craziest thing.”
Nine
Liam
Ever since that weird encounter with Harper at the grocery store, things have felt a bit … off. Actually, it started before that, with Luca refusing to play our last game of the season, which we lost without him.
I’m still a bit sore about the whole ordeal.
I know he claimed to be sick, and I feel for him, but it was like Ashton was playing Luca’s personal bodyguard, defending him and wasn’t the least bit worried about him seeing a doctor.
I hate secrets, especially when I’m the one being kept in the dark.
But I get it, Luca and Ashton work for Dante. It’s no secret around here that they’re both actively involved in Luca’s father’s business. Which has me curious if all of it is intertwined.
I drag Ashton into my bedroom. It’s hard to get five minutes of his time with Nova around. “Are you going to tell me what’s going on between you and Luca?”
Nova wasn’t home the day we fled to the grocery store to check on Harper and grill the manager about the security footage.
After we made it clear that Harper had been stalked and harassed, the manager reviewed the tapes and then let us watch them after he was convinced we weren’t making shit up.
It was no one any of us recognized.
And that was the last word Luca and Ashton had spoken of it for the past several days. At least to me.
“What are you talking about? Me and Luca?” Ashton glances at me like I’m the one who’s crazy.
“Harper. The stalker from the grocery store. What the hell is going on?”
Ashton’s gaze tightens, and he grimaces. “You should talk to Luca.”
“Fine.” I groan and throw open my bedroom door, storming out of the room.
Luca is seated on the couch with Zeke.
“A word,” I bite out and nod toward my bedroom.
“I’m a bit busy—” Luca attempts to blow me off, and I hurry across the room and yank him to follow, shutting the bedroom door behind myself. “Zeke?—”
“Your son will be fine for five minutes.”
That’s all I need.