As expected, Leonel's eyes narrowed. His grip on the glass tightened, fingers turning pale. He hissed, each word measured, “Mrs. Douglas, you don't gotta keep reminding me how the Fowlers picked me."

After a pause, he carried on, “I know you got my schedule from Noreen, and I know you dug into Anika and everything. But that isn't proof of anything fishy. My dealings with Anika are legit, and the house is a company perk for her."

Alexis could see he was just trying to gross her out.

She glanced down, scoffing softly. "Real classy, talking about ‘keeping' a woman. It makes my stomach turn."

Then she looked back up, cool as a cucumber. “Leonel, you've overstepped. You can hop into a new relationship but only after we're officially divorced. You might be cool with Anika, but what's she thinking? Might she pull some crazy stunt?"