I know for a fact that Eric doesn’t have any employees on his payroll. So whoever you are, you better get out of here before I call the cops.” Spying a pair of garden shears, I hoist them like a weapon, daring him to come any closer. “Are you the girl from the paper? Laurie…Laurel…?” Despite the danger I’m in, anger surges through me at being mistaken for my evil employer. “Sorry to disappoint you, but I’m not Lauren.” I put as much venom as I can muster into my retort. “Well hold up there, miss. I mean no disrespect. It’s just that you’re all dressed up and Eric was supposed to be doing something with some hoity-toity from the Gazette tonight. At least, that’s what I read. We don’t often talk about his private life. Most of the time, we don’t even talk at all.” My heart contracts when I see how it hurts the man to make such an admission. Whoever he is, he seems to care about Eric. It makes me want to lower my guard and find out his identity. “I’m Ivy.”
