Heart thudding like there was no tomorrow, and lungs burning with anticipation as she drew in ragged breaths, Tara went to answer the door, half expecting it was Antonio at the door, and yet wishing she’d have more time to collect her thoughts before she were to confront him.
“Who is it?” She called.
“Please open up, Ms. Tara,” came a voice she didn’t quite recognize, but that sounded almost familiar… but not Antonio’s. Her heart sunk.
“Who is it?” She asked again, only realizing too late he had called her miss.
“It’s Peter, Ms. Tara,” he supplied.
“Go away,” she said dismissively as she opened the door to glare into her bodyguard’s face. “I don’t want to to go to Antonio’s place.”
“If that is your wish, you don’t have to, Ms. Tara,” he replied evenly, face impassible. “It’s ju
