Twenty-three year old Lia Harton was out taking an early morning jog along the sidewalk of the tree filled street that ran just out front of their sprawling tudor style mansion. Wearing her snugly fit denim shorts and navy muscle shirt with the earphones from her iPod that was strapped around her waste hanging from her neck, she was enjoying the sounds of the birds chirping from the trees, an occasional locust screeching and the feel of this cool morning breeze as her auburn waist length pony tail flowed behind her. Definitely nature at it’s best. She knew she wasn’t supposed to be out alone but Jeffery, the man assigned as her personal security guard, wasn’t yet awake when she was ready to go so she left without him. Randle would be angry she knew…but Lia had learned over the years that she could charm him with her gleaming hazel eyes and soon calm his rage. Taking a deep breath of fresh air and slowly letting it out as she jogged, Lia remembered the day she came to meet him. Her parents had just been killed when their private jet crashed on their way home from a weekend getaway. She was only ten years old when the accident happened and was deeply devastated after the loss of the two people she loved the most in this world. She was their only child and couldn’t imagine life without Mom and Dad.
