Her heart squeezed, proving beyond any doubt that her connection to him was far from just physical.And that was almost as terrifying as the rifle fire she’d faced earlier.
She forced a tight smile.“I promise.”
But she wouldn’t.Because she couldn’t risk letting him in.
Not ever again.
Chapter Seven
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The blood drained fromhis face when he read the headline on the bottom of his laptop screen.
Woman gunned down on Oregon highway identified as Becca Sandoza’s personal assistant.
“What thefuck?”He turned up the volume to listen to what the female reporter was saying during a broadcast outside a red brick building.
“Officials here at the Crimson Point Sheriff’s Department have confirmed that the female victim of today’s brazen attack is thirty-two-year-old Penelope Janec.Janec was personal assistant to Hollywood superstar Becca Sandoza, who is reportedly in the area scouting filming locations for an upcoming movie set here on the Oregon Coast.”
He ran a hand over his face, fighting back a wave of panic.The personal assistant?It couldn’t be.How the fuck had this happened?
Within moments, his phone started blowing up.He ignored the calls, briefly skimmed the texts because he had to.
You seen the news?WTF??
You targeted the wrong person?!
“Calm the fuck down,” he snapped into the quiet, smothering another sharp surge of panic.“You all still got paid.Quit bitching.”
This wasn’t supposed to happen.Becca was supposed to be dead, not that nobody.How the hell had they not realized it wasn’t her?
Jesus.They’d all taken huge risks in doing this, to inflict maximum fallout on their intended target.
He turned his phone off and stalked to the bathroom, stopping to take a gulp of whiskey straight from the bottle on the way.Setting the shower to as hot as he could handle, he stood under the spray, letting the water pour over his head and shoulders as he struggled to get control of his spiraling thoughts.
This was a setback.That was all.
