Still… Zane followed them.
Even though at the airport he stayed some feet away from Spider and her, keeping a deliberate distance, wearing oversized slacks and a loose shirt cinched with a crossing belt, black sunglasses and a hat pulled low, looking like some nerdy, obscure researcher lost in the woods, Gianna had known it was him.
She had known it instinctively.
Because no matter how elaborate his disguises were, he hadn't disguised his height, those well-defined, well-planed shoulders, or the firm set of his lips that always carried quiet defiance.
She didn't know whether to laugh at the ridiculousness of his disguise or hold onto the simmering anger coiling in her chest.
In the end, the anger won.
It simmered hotter as she contemplated his stubbornness, his cockiness, the audacity of a man who clearly refused to leave her alone.
Hadn't she explicitly said she didn't want him to follow her?
