Page 137 of Bride By Coronation

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Fiona

Tension's thick during the ride to Dante and Mom's penthouse. No one speaks, and I stare anxiously out the window, wondering what I'll say when Mom and I are alone.

We pull up to the building and into the garage. The SUV stops beside the elevator.

My stomach twists as Dante gets out. He reaches in for my mom, helps her out, and I follow.

The elevator doors open, and a man I've never seen before steps in front of us.

Dante pushes in front of Mom and me, sneering, "Who are you?"

A man with an Irish accent answers, "We're filling the holes."

Dante's face darkens.

The man holds out his hand. "I'm Patrick."

Dante glances at his hand, hesitating.

Patrick pulls it back. "Suit yourself. You can't go up there right now. We're pulling recording devices."

Mom's face pales. "Recording devices?"

Dante seethes, "What is this nonsense? And how did you get into our home?"

Patrick crosses his arms. "You'll have to direct your questions at the boss. My job is to follow orders."

Dante snarls, "Let me guess, the boss is Kirill Petrov?"

"Yes, sir."

"And what are those orders?" Dante asks.

Patrick states, "To sweep your penthouse. So far, we've found four devices. We can't allow you to go up until we're assured there are no other threats."

Dante grinds his molars.

Patrick points to the SUV. "I suggest you return to the vehicle until we deem your penthouse clear."

Dante doesn't move.

Patrick turns toward me. "Ma'am, your husband wouldn't want you standing in the cold. Please get into the vehicle."

My stomach flips. Mom and Dante both shoot me disappointing looks.

Patrick points to the SUV, pleading, "Please. It's for your safety."

Horror fills Mom's expression. She blinks hard, muttering, "What have you gotten yourself into, Fiona?"

I don't answer. I open the door and slide across the seat.

She slides in next to me.

Dante shuts the door, remaining outside. He continues talking to Patrick.

Mom turns toward me. "Look at me, Fiona."

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