Page 64 of Stuck with the Billionaire Celebrity

An SUV with tinted windows screeches to a halt in front of us. The driver’s side window rolls down, and Devon leans out. “Get in!” he shouts.

The guard opens the back door, and Theo practically lifts me inside before climbing in after me. Devon doesn’t wait for the door to shut completely before he takes off, the tires screeching as we speed away from the building.

My hands are shaking so badly that I can barely fasten the seatbelt. Theo notices and reaches over, doing it for me. His hand lingers on mine for a moment, a silent reassurance.

“You’re okay,” he says again, his voice low but steady. “We’re okay.”

I nod, though I don’t feel okay. My chest is tight, and my mind is racing with worst-case scenarios.

What if the stalker had been waiting for me in the stairwell? What if Theo hadn’t been there to shove that guy out of the way?

It isn’t until we’re several blocks away that I finally notice my phone vibrating in my lap. I pick it up, frowning as a notification flashes across the screen.

**AirTag Detected Near You.**

My stomach drops.

“Theo,” I whisper, my voice barely audible. “Look.”

He takes the phone from me, his face darkening as he reads the notification. “When did this start?” he asks, his tone sharp.

“I—I don’t know,” I stammer. “I just saw it.”

Devon glances at us in the rearview mirror. “What’s going on?”

“She’s being tracked,” Theo says grimly. “Stop the car so we can find it. Her phone says there is an Air tag following her.”

“Shit,” Devon curses.

The driver slams on the brakes, and we all file out of the car. Devon, the driver, and the guards start checking all over the car while Theo does a quick frisk of me.

My mind races, replaying the night’s events. The custodian. His calm demeanor. The way he brushed past me in the stairwell.

“Oh my God,” I breathe, the realization hitting me like a freight train. “It was him. The custodian. He’s the stalker.”

Theo’s eyes widen as he reaches into the hood of my sweatshirt and pulls out a silver metal Air Tag.

“Got it.”

“Toss it in the trash,” Devon growls.

“No, why don’t we give it to one of the other drivers and have them send him on a goose chase?” the driver interjects.

“He won’t know that we didn’t switch cars or something when we stopped.”

“If he’s watching that closely. He may not notice we stopped. You’re right,” Devon nods. “We can have them lead him elsewhere and be ready when he shows up.”

“We have a female on our security team who could pass for Miss Simmons,” the security guard adds. “She can be waiting when he comes in.”

Theo is already on the phone, calling Tad. Within two minutes, there’s another SUV pulling up. He hands the driver the tag, and they take off in the opposite direction.

He was so close to me, and I didn’t even know.

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THEO

Grace is sitting on the couch, her head resting on my shoulder the next day. Her breathing has evened out, but I can tell she’s not asleep. She needs rest, but I know that won’t happen until this bastard is in jail.

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