CHAPTER ELEVEN
“Do you still want to marry me?” Ashley asked Brett once the security firm’s video surveillance tech had finished his work, leaving the couple alone in the study. She gripped the back of the leather chair next to her fiancé’s desk, fearful of his response. Although Brett had promised to do everything in his power to keep her safe, including hiring the best – and most expensive – private security service in the state, she worried their relationship teetered on the edge.
Her fiancé closed his laptop, sighed and started to speak, but was cut off by the familiar melody of Ashley’s cell phone ringing on the side table.
She met his gaze, knew he was sharing the same thought: who could be calling her at this late hour?
They had discussed the possibility of Ethan obtaining her
