Ashley Evans. Double-O, eat your heart out. She’d done it. Fucking jump up, twist and shout, she’d done it. Trevor was hers. Now and forever, just as soon as he plunked down cash for a ring and said the words. True, she had a few more hoops to lead him through; no sense in calling a halt to the night’s festivities and cueing “We Are the Champions” on her stereo just yet. Not with Richard waiting at her home for them. Richard. A smile teased her lips and she turned her attention to the passing scenery. Since she wasn’t inclined to talk for fear of losing her “I’m the boss” image, she remained quiet and thought back to the last time Richard had been at her home…waiting for her, them. Of course, her memories of that night actually started earlier in the day… * * * Two months ago… Ashley’s world had come to a bone-jarring, heart-stopping halt because of an e-mail. Not just any e-mail. No. This particular message came from one person directly to her with a subject only she could understand.
