CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
The first time Ivy arrived at the beach house, she’d been carted there in the trunk of Bruno and Dax’s car. When she was hauled out bound and blindfolded, her surroundings were a mystery.
That was her first chance to get a good look at the place, except it was dark, and the internal lights blazed, obscuring the façade.
The waves crashed against the cliff far below, reminding her of their seclusion. Set out on a clifftop, surrounded by the ocean on three sides, they were so far from the road that it would be a trek just to get there. During her first stay, the isolation had terrorized her, it kept her prisoner, away from the world, against her will. Now it was a blessing. She needed the privacy to keep her safe against those who wished her harm.
They’d been chauffeur
