Stanley sat in his office late into the night, the warm glow of the desk lamp casting shadows on his clean-cut features. A neat stack of files lay unopened in front of him, untouched for over an hour. He couldn't focus. Not on business. Not on quarterly reports.
Only on her.
He leaned back in his chair, eyes narrowing slightly as he remembered again that night outside Rhina's apartment.
The voice.
Firm. Threatening. A man's voice.
She'd said it was no one. But Stanley Shepherd didn't let things go without digging.
He tapped a few keys on his laptop, opening a secure program. If there was anything odd in her background, any aliases, red flags, anything… he'd find it. Not because he didn't want to trust her
But because he wanted to be wrong.
She was pregnant. She was warm. She was kind. And Mara trusted her now. That meant something.
But the Shepherd family had enemies—and if someone was using Rhina to get close to them…
He typed faster.
