Chapter Seven
She had never hated Grant as much as she did now, when he was yanking at the leash he had suddenly strung around her neck, making some f*****g statement about how he could do whatever he wanted to her and she could do nothing.
But he was wrong. He didn’t know anything about who she was and what she’d survived as a kid. It hadn’t broken her. Instead, it had made her ready to fight and come out swinging. Billy Jo McCabe would never just go along with something or look away because she’d been told to. Maybe some did, but she was a fighter.
At the same time, it took everything she had inside her to sit where she was and do nothing for now, because she’d learned never to take on a fight until she was ready.
Where was Grant now but in her office? He’d taken it over, and she had
