It’d been a long day and tomorrow promised to be an even longer one. “You usually stroll in at midnight?” His heart skipped a beat and adrenaline pumped through his veins. In one smooth motion, he reacted with gun in hand, pointed at Dallas Fortune. “Damn, woman, never do that to me again. What the shit you doing here?” He shoved the Beretta back into place. His actions didn’t seem to affect her in the least. She sat on the stair landing, her back against the wall and her legs crisscrossed in front of her. It appeared she might have been sleeping. “We found out about your interview on Ms. Winslow’s talk show. I’ve been sent to go over what you can and can’t say tomorrow.” “You have got to be kidding. First of all, no one—and I mean, no one—is going to tell me what I can or cannot say. You getting this?” He loomed over her as she attempted to get to her feet. “It’s my job to inform you of your options. What you do with them is your business.” She dropped back to the carpet.
