When memories of their daughter's words surfaced, Heath Vaughn's expression darkened, his demeanor turning ice-cold.
Kiera's pink lips curled in disdain. "I'd rather be with anyone but you!"
A heavy silence fell over the living room. Then, in a dizzying whirl, Kiera found herself trapped beneath Heath's powerful body on the couch before she could even process what had happened.
"Was it the man who gave you that dress, or Dylan?" His voice dripped with menace, every word laced with threat.
Trapped, Kiera pounded her fists against his chest in frustration. "What dress-gifting man? Have you completely lost it, Heath? Leah's asleep—do you want to wake her?!"
"Then give me a straight answer," he growled.
"God! You're unbelievable! Dylan and I are just friends. Not everyone's as twisted as
