“How did you get there?”
“I swam.”
At his look of impatience, she lifted her hands in the air by way of apology.
“I took a flight, obviously.”
“Which airline?”
“British Air.”
“Were you in coach or first?”
“Economy. Why?”
“I’m just getting a full picture. Did you feel as though you were being watched at all?”
She shivered. “Have you ever been stalked, Leonidas?”
His eyes narrowed almost imperceptibly at the use of his name. “Not that I know of.”
“Then let me explain something. I always feel as though I’m being watched. I have a constant sense of anxiety, one I’ve learned to live with. My senses are in overdrive so much of the time that I can no longer differentiate instinct from fear. I didn’t notice anything unusual, but that doesn’t mean I wasn’t being watched.”
She wasn’t sure if he pitied her; his face was implacable. “Who did you tell about your trip?”
“Just my team.”
“Which includes?”
“My coach, trainer, physio and agent.”
“Friends?”
“No.” She bit down on her lip, unable to meet his eyes. She didn’t want to admit to him that she had no close friends—her career made that almost impossible. “Benji, of course.”
“It’s possible his phone is bugged. Or yours.”
Her lips formed a circle, shock running through her. “You’re not serious?”
His expression was all the response he gave.
Another shiver almost paralysed her. She crossed one leg over the other, rubbing a hand across her slender calf, then stopped when his eyes dropped to the gesture. Heat seared her belly. She looked away.
“Where is your phone?”
She frowned, looking around then reaching into her bag, pulling it out and staring at it.
“Hand it to me.”
She hesitated a moment. Her phone was a link to the world, to her coach and physio, to Benji. With a belligerent glare that was undeserved, given he was a modern-day knight in shiny white airplane armour, she handed the phone to Leo.
He nodded curtly in thanks, then switched it off.
“Just in case.”
“I—,” Her eyes were huge and troubled. “I didn’t even know that was possible.” Heat blushed in her cheeks as she heard the stupidity of that. “I’m not some international spy, Leo.” The diminutive of his name slipped out. “I’m just a figure skater. Who would want to stalk me?”
“You’re not just a figure skater though.”