Becca.
I was frozen in place, unsure what to do or think as I stood staring at Katrine. She watched me with a smirk on her face as if she had me right where she wanted me.
The last thing I ever expected was to run into her while I was shopping in New York. However, here she was, as if seeing me was the expected.
Which it wasn’t.
New York was so big that you could meet someone once and never see them again. So for her to find me or run into me like this… meant she was following me. Which also didn’t sit well.
Glancing around, I took in my surroundings to find she was not alone. Two other men were standing nearby, trying to remain hidden, but as their eyes connected with mine, I knew.
Son of a bitch, I knew.
“What is it that you want, Katrine, and why are you following me?”
Her eyes shot up as the smile spread even wider across her face. “Honestly, I'm surprised that you even remembered me. I only met you once. Maybe twice, and that was in passing.”
