It was a lot of information for her to swallow in one go, but if he didn’t get it out quickly he might have to chase her down, and that wasn’t something he wanted to risk.
“I don’t have my phone.”
Relieved she hadn’t bolted, Stone took an easy breath and the tension in his muscles dialed back a notch. “We can go inside to get it.”
She shook her head. “I don’t have it at all. I left it at home.”
“In Sydney?”
She nodded.
Clever move or panicked rush? “That’s okay, you can use mine. Or we can go inside and see if you can use the landline. Although I’d prefer you used mine, as it’s fitted with a blocker.”
“A blocker?”
“It stops anyone from tracing the origin of the call if they’ve tagged your manager’s phone.”
“Oh. Right.” She took a step towards him then stopped. “Do you have any ID on you?”
Stone smiled. At least she was smart enough to question him. Maybe keeping her safe wouldn’t be a problem once she spoke to Ford. “I’m going to take my wallet out of my back right-hand pocket and throw it to you. My driver’s license is in there, along with credit cards and my Landlocked security ID. You can check the name matches on all of them.”
“Okay.”
He pulled his wallet out and easily tossed it the ten meters separating them.
She caught it left-handed and rapidly flicked through the various cards until she came to his security ID. Holding it up, she glanced between him and her hand several times. Her lips twitched into a smile. “Okay Mr.Stone Mason, pass me your phone.”
***
Sophie ended her second call and drew in a deep breath. She’d called her manager first, but they’d only spoken long enough for Reginald to demand she call Ford Moreland and make her promise to do whatever the other man said.
It made sense. Mr. Moreland was an expert in the personal protection business, and it appeared as though his company also specialized in hunting down crazy stalkers, because he’d informed her they’d identified the man following her.
Henry George Hagar.
She’d never heard of him. Had no idea who he was or why he’d fixated on her.
And she couldn’t be positive the man with the weird blue eyes she’d glimpsed in numerous places—included outside her house—in recent weeks was this Henry person, but it seemed likely. She couldn’t be unlucky enough to have two stalkers, could she?
“Everything okay?”
The deep rumbly voice jolted her out of her thoughts and she turned to look at the man beside her.
Stone Mason.
He wasn’t what she imagined a bodyguard would look like.
His brown hair was a little long, his face a touch boyish with a deep dimple in each cheek, and while he definitely had muscles, he didn’t appear intimidating or menacing in a he-man, hired-muscle way. Oh, she was positive Stone could do his job. Mr. Moreland didn’t strike her as the type to hire anyone who couldn’t.
Problem was she struggled to move beyond how handsome Stone was. Not that his good looks meant he couldn’t be protective—or deadly. There was something understated about the threat he posed. Sophie had no doubt the man in front of her could deal with the crazy one following her.
The way her insides tightened and warmed with him near had her a little off balance, that’s all. And she wasn’t ready to figure out what the tremor meant; the one that rattled through her when their gazes connected.
She’d seen plenty of gorgeous men. Being a celebrity guaranteed she was surrounded by some seriously yummy eye-candy a lot of the time. Of course, the majority of those men were self-centered assholes, and none had inspired an instant attraction like the one she was experiencing with Stone.
It had been years since she’d had such a strong physical reaction to a man. If it wasn’t for this whole stalker thing, she might be inclined to do something about it.
“Sophie?”