Chapter Four
Stasia kept her hand on the door as if that would keep the stupid, meddling, attractive bodyguard from busting through.
She should have known he was coming. Her father and her brother had let this whole situation drop way too easily last night. After a few hours at the police station where she'd given a report and done her best to guide the detectives toward an explanation for what had happened, she'd been able to go home and pretend that everything was going to be okay. She'd even allowed her father to leave a security detail outside of her building overnight.
Just in case something went wrong.
That had been a mistake. She should have known her father wouldn't stop there.
Owen Myers didn't look like any of the guards that her father normally hired. He wasn't even wearing
