Ivy knew something was wrong the second Callum walked through the front door.
He didn't say anything at first, just found her in the kitchen, and something in the set of his shoulders made her set down the mug she was holding without finishing her sentence.
"What happened?"
"She has a photo." His voice was tightly controlled, the way it got when he was working hard to stay calm for her sake. "Me, climbing down from your window. She's had someone watching the house."
Ivy's stomach turned to ice. "Watching how long?"
"Since the mixer, she said." He dragged a hand through his hair. "I told her no. Told her to send it wherever she wants."
"You did what?"
"I'm not ending this because she's threatening us, Ivy." He looked at her, steady despite everything. "I already told her. I'm choosin
