She might lose Ash, but she’d always have Forest.
“I’ll leave a message, telling him I went home. He has his concert tonight, and I don’t want to wake him. Give me ten minutes.”
“Okay.” Forest pointed to the Belgian waffle station. “Those waffles are calling my name. I’ll meet you by the front desk, but we’re coming back for the concert.”
“If you insist.”
In all honesty, there was no way she would miss a chance to watch Ash gyrating onstage even if it turned out to be the last Angel Fire concert she ever saw.
Chapter Twenty-Six
The elevator doors parted.Skye stepped inside and swiped her room key for the penthouse level. She stepped to the back to lean against the paneled wood when a hand thrust between the sliding doors. Clad in an expensive wool suit, Spencer's sudden appearance had her tucking into the corner. His signature scent, Versace, flooded her nostrils and sickened her stomach.
“Spencer.” His name sputtered from her lips.How had he found her?
He rushed toward her and gripped her arm in a punishing vise. He punched the button for the mezzanine level, and although she wanted to scream, she found herself mute.
“You’ve been ignoring my texts. And then I had to hear about this crap in the news? Is it true?” He shook her, his fingers digging into her skin. “Did you marry that guitar-hero punk?”
“You’re hurting me.”
She tried to free herself, but he clamped down even harder.
The elevator stopped at the mezzanine. When the doors opened, he yanked her out, scanning left and then right. Pulling her with him, he headed down the empty corridor.
“Where are you taking me?”
“Somewhere we can talk.”
“There’s nothing to talk about.”
“Oh, we have a lot to discuss.” A muscle jumped in his clenched jaw.
“I told you, I wasn’t going to marry you, not after what I saw.”
His scowl deepened.
“I’m with Ash now,” she said with a pathetic squeak.
“Not for long.” He barked a harsh laugh. “Your rock star has quite the reputation. This isn’t the first time he’s had to buy off an overly zealous fan.”
“How would you know?”
He gave a derisive snort. “Angel Fire is a client of my firm.”
Spencer's firm handled many celebrity clients, but he didn’t work in that division.What favors had Spencer called in to examine the Angel Fire accounts?
“Mr. Tuttle gave you the settlement agreement. You’ll sign it, if you know what’s good for you.” He headed down the hall, angling toward an exit, indicating access to the parking garage. He yanked her inside the stairwell.
“You can’t force me to sign anything, and I’m not coming with you.” She should resist, but old habits had her shaking, terrified of what he might do in anger.
“I can, and I will. And, as soon as your divorce is official, you’ll marry me, like you’re supposed to. I’ve invested too much time, Skye Summers. You belong to me.”
He was officially out of his mind.
“Let me go.” Surely, there were security cameras recording.But where was help when she needed it?
For years, she’d blindly accepted Spencer's controlling manner, allowing him to push her into an abusive relationship. She’d only ever experienced affection under the guise of abuse.
