Page 55 of Bride By Coronation

My heart pounds harder. "What was that?"

"Nothing. Just hurry. Please," he begs.

I wiggle my finger at him.

He groans and disappears, shutting the door.

I stare at the PS again, then grab company letterhead out of my drawer. I stare at it, then pick it up and tear off the top.

Smiling, I click my pen and reply, then fold the paper. I stick it in an envelope and seal it. Then I grab my lipstick from my purse, draw an F, and trace my finger over the letter, pushing down on the bottom to showcase my print. I draw a tissue out of the box and wipe the excess off.

I rise, stick my letter in my purse, and then grab the reply. I open the door.

Brax pushes off the wall. "What do you want me to tell him?"

I narrow my eyes.

He crosses his arms. "I don't have time for games, Fiona. Spit it out."

"Do you really think I'd give you a verbal message to mess up?" I question.

Brax's face turns red. He fumes, "If I don't go out to his SUV and give him your message soon, I'm going to be in some major trouble with multiple entities. Can you give me a break? Please!"

The hairs on my neck rise. Butterflies attack my belly. I blurt out, "He's here?"

Brax's face reddens, then he clenches his jaw.

I brush past him toward the entrance.

He stays on my heels. "Fiona, you know you can't go out there."

I don't listen, rushing through the building. I whip the door open and step out into the cold, scanning several SUVs parked on the street.

"Fiona! Go back inside!" Brax orders, tugging on my shoulder and spinning me into him.

I demand, "Which one is he in?"

"Give me the message and go back inside," he barks, the red in his face turning maroon.

A gust of wind slams into me, and I step back. "Which one?"

"Fiona, is everything okay?" Adrian's Russian accent booms from a few feet away.

The blood in my face drains. My pulse skyrockets.

"It's fine," Brax insists.

Adrian steps next to us, sternly stating, "I asked Fiona, not you."

I lift my chin, smiling. "Yes. Everything is fine, Adrian."

He studies me, his blue eyes piercing mine. "Why do I get the feeling it's not?"

"It is," I insist.

He leers at Brax.

"Don't act like I'm doing something wrong," Brax barks.

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