Glancing over at the clock, I noted that it was three o’clock in the morning. Who in the world was ringing my doorbell at this hour? Getting out of bed, I threw on a pair of jeans and headed for the door. Whoever it was, it had to be someone I knew or they would never have gotten past the front desk. At least, I hoped we never had another incident like what had happened with Brianna’s father. Considering he was behind bars for the foreseeable future, I highly doubted it to be a likely scenario. As I drew closer to the entrance, the security panel came into view. I almost tripped over my own feet when I saw Brianna standing there. Ross was beside her, but all I could focus on was her. I rushed the rest of the way to the door and flung it open. “Brianna?” Ross scowled but said nothing. Brianna looked nervous but determined. I had no idea what was going through her head. We hadn’t spoken since I’d shown up at Ross’s house almost three weeks ago. “I read your e-mails.” At her confession, I breathed a sigh of relief.
