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Romeo wasn’t the only one that could throw some punches today.

Just before she reached me, an arm snaked around her waist from behind, and she was dragged back. She continued to kick and hit and try to get at me even after Romeo lifted her clear off the floor.

“I told you not to open the door,” he growled.

“You’re not the only one who can protect this family.”

“She broke my nose!” Missy exclaimed again.

“Maybe it will make you look better,” Ivy called.

Missy started struggling again. Romeo looked bored and didn’t even have to try to restrain her.

“I know you made him cancel!” she wailed.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Romeo replied.

“You liar!” Blood was running out of her nose and into the palm of her hand.

“You should probably go,” I told her. “Get that checked out.”

“I’ll call the police, have you arrested!”

As if on cue, hotel security walked onto the floor, out of the stairwell. “Are you the one who called?”

“That’s us.” Drew motioned for him.

“This woman tried to enter our suite. She’s a reporter for #BuzzBoss.com. We asked her to leave, and she became belligerent. She tried to attack my wife,” Romeo said. He was so calm, so reasonable even I didn’t doubt what he was saying.

“She broke my nose!” Missy yelled.

The security officer looked at me.

“I’m afraid I did.” I nodded. “She leapt at me, and I threw my hands up. My fist connected with her face.”

“I saw the whole thing.” Ivy nodded gravely. “I think she’s a stalker.”

Missy wailed in anger, and it only made her appear that much guiltier.

“I think she needs medical attention,” I told the guard.

“I’ll take it from here,” he said, grim. “Sorry to have bothered you, Mr. Anderson.”

“Romeo,” my very charming husband corrected. He handed a still struggling Missy over to the guard and then moved by them so he and the rest of the guys could come in the room.

“I’m so sorry about your nose, miss,” I called. “If you come near me again, I’m going to have to get a restraining order!”

Missy started screaming about lies, and I shut the door and threw the deadbolt. I leaned back against the door in relief.

“Way to bust her face, tutor girl,” Braeden cracked. “She was bleeding like a stuck pig.”

“Oh, nasty,” Ivy muttered.

“You really let her have it, huh?” Romeo smiled. I heard pride in his voice.

“I’m so sick of that bitch,” I muttered. “She had it coming.”

“All that and more,” he vowed.

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