Diane’s POV

“What the hell are you doing here?” The words tear from my throat sharply

“You’re stalking me again, aren’t you?” My anger is a living thing, a firestorm remembering the family dinner he tried to derail. Thank God for Jason’s timely intervention.

“Calm down. This isn’t what you think it is.” He protests, taking a step closer. The two men move in perfect sync in front of me, forming a wall of muscle and tailored suits between us. For the first time, I’m not just glad they’re here; I’m grateful.

“I’m not here to start a fight, Diane. I just want you to listen. Hear me out, please.”...