CHAPTER SEVEN
Ashley could hear her heart pounding in her ears as she shot through the master bathroom doorway swinging the golf club straight toward the unknown man who had invaded her home.
Brett jumped backwards just outside the arc of her swing.
The head of the club struck hard, punching a hole in the bathroom drywall directly between the twin mirrors hanging above the vanities.
“Are you crazy?” Brett yelled at her.
Ashley caught her breath. Shocked to find her fiancé standing half dressed in the bathroom, his face red.
“You’re not supposed to be home yet,” she explained. “I thought you were a burglar.”
“Did you forget about the silent auction?” he asked, his tone unforgiving.
The auction to benefit the children’s wing of the hospital. Brett’s father, a pediatric oncologist,
