Spider's amused expression as he turned to Gianna confirmed what she had already suspected, the certainty settling quietly in her chest.
Zane had really come here to talk about Noah.
Insecure much? Desperate much? Or wasn't he the wealthy fellow who needed no-one again?
"Why?" she continued casually, deliberately casual, filling her second glass with orange juice, watching the liquid rise as though it mattered more than the answer. "Is he feeling threatened?"
Spider shook his head with a soft laugh, one corner of his mouth lifting as he reached for his fork again. "Of course not, Gianna. Zane just loves having every dot connected. He hates being taken unawares, hates not knowing…"
He paused, chewing, then continued, "He had some questions about the sudden turn-up of Noah Newman in the country, especially in this location of ours…"
Gianna frowned slightly, the skin between her brows creasing as she took a sip of the juice. "And did you find anything?"
