Whistle rushed to open the door for Nathan. He stepped out, and a bodyguard came after him.

Stephanie stepped out behind them, gulping down saliva at the size of the bodyguard.

He was a handsome six foot five inches and basically towered over her. An intimidating protection for Nathan, who she didn’t think needed the protection.

“Oh, Stephanie.” Nathan pulled her from behind the bodyguard. “You're a witness against Johnson and need to be seen by the media.”

Stephanie’s eyes twitched. Media? That wasn’t how she planned her media histories to be. A witness to a crime.

“And if I don’t want to testify?”

Nathan swerved to her. “Why wouldn’t...