Robertson.
The name came to Kat as she sat in the darkness, twisting her hands every which way she could to try and pull free.
The duct tape held them secure and all she'd managed to do is scrape her wrists raw, the unyielding tape bunching up and pulling at her skin.
The son of a b***h.
Kat remembered his angry snarl as she fired him, remembered his cursing and swearing as he stomped out of the office. Cole had been ready to move, balancing on the balls of his feet and waiting for him to make a move, one move, toward her.
He'd been smart and walked away.
Now he was back and taking his revenge.
She couldn't stop shaking; a combination of anger and fear.
It wasn't like the man had been hard done by. He'd received his back pay and she hadn't sent the cops banging on his door to retri
