SYDNEY'S POV

The cold night air hit my face as we both burst out the door, and the hairs on my arms stood on end. I was still grappling with the realization that the bar owner was the same man I had seen in my villa.

I had every right to call the police on him right then and maybe get the place searched. I mean, he had a gun that day, but I had no evidence. I shivered, shaking off the feeling that swept through me as I recalled the cold metal pressed against my back.

Still lost in my thoughts, Mark pushed me into the car. He hastily...