One
Present Day
Whoever said blood was thicker than water hadn’t known about the Pierce family.
Bronwyn Pierce could think of several people she could trust more than her own family, and one of them despised her.
But he was the one she needed now.
He would come. She knew it in a place deep in her core. Despite the pain they’d inflicted on each other for the past seventeen years, he would come.
“This is so messed up.” She muttered the words into the silence of her office, then clamped her mouth shut.
For all she knew, someone was listening.
She propped up her elbows on her desk and rested her face in her hands. Her head ached. Her heart was ... numb. It had been bruised and beaten so often in her almost thirty-four years that even the magnitude of this current betrayal barely registered.
The light tap on her office door jolted her from her musing, and she barely stopped the scream that threatened to erupt from her throat. Who was wandering around The Haven at three in the morning?
She slid open the middle drawer of her desk and rested her left hand on the small gun she kept there. And wasn’t that just a kick in the pants? She was the CEO of an exclusive resort. She prided herself on how the staff protected the celebrities, politicians, and uber-wealthy visitors who rested in blissful slumber in the elegant cabins that dotted the property. They knew no paparazzi would approach them and no one would harm them while they were here.
But she couldn’t expect the same level of security for herself.
She gripped the gun.
“Ms. Pierce? Are you in there?” The deep voice of Randall, one of the night watchmen, filtered through the thick door.
“Yes. Come in.”
He eased the door open and took one step inside. “Ms. Pierce, are you okay?”
She understood the confusion on his face. She put in well over sixty hours a week, sometimes closer to eighty, but even she didn’t make a habit of being in her office in the middle of the night.
“I’m fine. Thank you.” She didn’t owe him an explanation, but she gave one anyway. Or part of it. “I thought of something that needed to be done on this computer.”
It was no secret that The Haven computer network carried some of the most advanced security available and that some information couldn’t be accessed from remote locations. Not even by her.
“Gotcha.” Randall’s tense smile sent a chill skittering across her skin. “I guess it’s in the air tonight. Mr. Pierce is in his office as well.”
The chill turned into an arctic blast. “Which Mr. Pierce?”
“Nathan.”
“I see.”
Randall regarded her with an expression she couldn’t decipher. Was it concern? Distrust?
“If it’s all the same to you, ma’am, I’m going to stay in this areafor a bit. I’d appreciate it if you’d allow me to escort you back to your home when you’re done here.”
And that didn’t sound ominous. Not at all.
Did he want to see her safely back to her home? Or did he want to take the opportunity to ... what? What would he do? Surely the situation hadn’t devolved to the point where physical violence was on the table.
Her home was tucked away in an unobtrusive corner of The Haven property. Out of sight of the guests and staff, and off-limits to all, but close enough for her to be available in case of emergencies. She’d always appreciated her own private haven at The Haven. But if Randall meant her harm, how long would it be before anyone found her?
She gave herself a mental shake. Randall was good people. He was looking out for her. Nothing more. She hoped.
“Sure. I’ll probably be another ten minutes. I need to send a few emails.”
