Ethan closed the door behind him, careful not to let Anna hear anything. The last time he questioned this man, Anna had jumped to the staff member's rescue. But after catching him hovering near her changing room—almost listening in—Ethan's doubts only grew sharper.
"I asked what you're doing here." Ethan repeated, stepping closer. The man instinctively staggered back, putting even more distance between himself and Anna's room.
Collin's lips thinned under Ethan's piercing stare, the kind that made him feel as if every layer of his lies were being peeled back.
"I–I was asked to clean this area," he stammered, lifting a broom and a few plastic bags as proof.
Ethan's brow arched. From the shadow he'd seen beneath Anna's changing-room door, it looked far less like someone cleaning—and far more like someone eavesdropping.
The man's aura screamed caution, danger even. And the closer he hovered around Anna, the more Ethan's instincts bristled.
