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Harvard’s hands curled into fists inside his pockets as he visualized the da fro at you”

Charles’ face turned a strange shade of purple “I don’t understand what Rachel could possibly see in you You’re obviously only out to get your hands on her money, and I intend to make her aware of that at the very first opportunity”

“You do that” Harvard pushed the button for the elevator “But you ht want to invest in a bulletproof vest first; she carries a gun in her purse, and she’s quite the shot She’ll shoot your balls off at twenty paces She’s that good Even a target that small won’t faze her”

“Well, I never,” Charles blustered

The elevator doors opened, and Harvard stepped inside He turned to face good old Uncle Charles “And another thing While I was in the CIA, I learned a thing or two about torture and body disposal You ht want to keep that in mind the next time you spew racist shit in my direction”

The doors closed before Charles had a chance to reply

Chapter Six

The first thought Rachel had when she opened her desk drawer and saw the photo sitting in it was that she should have waited at her apartment for Harvard Not because she needed a man to protect her, but because she would have been too busy dealing with hiet her office ready But no, she’d just had to mess with hianizing And organizing had led her to open the drawer

She should have come to ith Harvard

But then, who kne long that photo would have sat there, waiting for anyone to find it…

Rachel are her thoughts were muddled and somewhat inane, but that couldn’t be helped Her inner voice ra at Which was stupid in itself, because she’d been expecting this

As soon as she’d known she was returning to TayFor, she’d been waiting for so to happen She just hadn’t been as prepared for it as she’d thought she was But then, how did you prepare for suddenly coraphic evidence of an attack you only rements of broken dreams? Was that even possible?

And now that she thought about it, was she supposed to feel shae? Was she supposed to run and hide? It had been ten years since it was taken She wasn’t the same person anyer Now she knew the photo didn’t show her shanity of her attackers

The victims didn’t own the shame

It wasn’t theirs to carry