Selena signed her time sheet with a sigh of sheer exhaustion, got to her feet wearily. Thank Christ she’d gotten through another shift with Diana Keeler drunk off her face and being impossible to work with. The night before, Diana had barricaded herself in her bedroom and spent hours on social media, tagging herself in endless photos, changing her privacy settings to show her location, and posting her upcoming work and personal schedules. Stupid, reckless, dangerous stuff for a woman with a stalker.
Griff was as done as she was, and was down in Dallas’ office right this second talking to the boss. They weren’t about to drop Diana as a client, Selena was sure, but it was time for Dallas to have a word with her about how she was compromising her own safety.
And when the client’s safety wa
