“He hired a private detective; I’m guessing he was who took my photo today.”
The slew of profanities Camille uttered would have made a sailor blush, but Mackenna had lived for years with Savannah. She’d heard it all. “What do I do Camille? I don’t want him descending on your family home. My grandparents are anxious to go home. Should we just bite the bullet and head back?”
“It is your decision of course, Mackenna. I thought I could keep you protected but it seems this man has no boundaries.”
“Billionaires, eh?” Mackenna tried to joke.
“The man has more money than brains or compassion.” Camille groaned. “If the investigator gets in your way or bothers you in any way, let me know. I’ll be notifying the judge in the morning.”
“Thanks Camille. I think I’ll head back to Milan as soon as I
