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“Alex?” she said as she hurried from the hospital room. “Hi, so there’s something I need…”

Her voice trailed off as she disappeared into the hall. He stared after her before he flicked his gaze back to his son.

“I can’t believe I owe my life to that guy,” Kyle said.

“And Julia,” Grant answered.

“We never would have found him without Alex telling us where to go,” Sierra said. “He totally hacked like every camera in the city to find you. And then he opened the locks on the warehouse. And I’m pretty sure he send the police and paramedics.”

Grant flicked his eyebrows up. Just how good of a hacker was this guy?

“It doesn’t make it any easier,” Kyle said with a shake of his head.

Maybe Julia was right about how alike they were. He also found it difficult to like Alex Stone. “No, I feel the same way. Let’s change the subject. How are you feeling?”

Kyle sucked in a breath as he flicked his eyes up to Grant. “Better. Happy to be alive.”

Grant patted his shoulder. “Good. Hopefully, we can get you home soon.”

“I’m looking forward to that. I now understand why Julia hates hospitals so much.”

Grant offered him a smile.

“We need you at home, Kyle,” Sierra said. “Alicia is still there.”

“Hey, she helped find you, too,” Grant said with a wag of his finger.

“Yeah, she did. And I still don’t trust her,” Sierra said. “I need my brother to help keep an eye on her.”

“Happy to do it, sis. Maybe you can convince the doctors to let me go soon.”

“On it!” Sierra grinned at him as she scurried from the room to hassle the hospital staff about letting her brother go home.

Julia returned a second later, shoving her phone into her pocket.

“Everything okay?” he asked.

“Yeah,” she said as she slid her arm around his waist, “just wanted to finish with Alex. Where’s Sierra?”

“She’s hassling people to let Kyle go home,” he answered.

“Oh, good. You should be out of here in no time,” Julia said with a smile.

Grant’s phone rang again, interrupting the conversation. He tugged it from his pocket and glanced at the screen. “It’s Mike. I need to take this.”

“Sure,” she said with a smile. “Good luck.”

He offered her a fleeting smile as he strode from the room and pressed the phone to his ear. “Mike, what do you have?”

“We need to talk. Can you come in?”

He hated to leave, but if Mike requested it, he may not be able to avoid it. They were at a critical juncture. “Is it necessary?”

“It is. I’ve spoken with Mitchell. I’m not sure we have the votes to withstand this if she takes twenty-five percent. And she’s up to twenty-three right now.”

He let his head fall back between his shoulder blades. There was no avoiding it now. They were at the crossroads. And this may be the end of his company.

CHAPTER 2