A smile curved up the corner of his mouth. “No, Little Bird, I haven’t been tapping your phone.”

I felt like there was more to be outraged about here, but I decided not to push. Not now. I understood what he was doing. He was proving to me that he could insert himself into my life in any way he wanted.

“It’s not going to work, you know.”

His eyebrow quirked up, and he took another sip of his drink, watching me over the rim. “What’s not going to work?”

My eyes darted to his lips, wondering if they tasted like champagne now. “You proving that you can be everywhere...