Phoebe's POV
'Slow down? Like hell!'
Who could predict what might spiral out of control if we stayed trapped in this car any longer?
With Harold radiating that predatory charm, I couldn't afford to drop my guard for even a second.
We'd reached my front door. If I let his devastating good looks cloud my judgment and did something scandalous, I'd never recover from the humiliation.
I shot a withering look at Harold's wicked grin, yanked the car door open, and bolted out.
My legs turned to rubber, sending me stumbling forward like a newborn fawn.
My face stayed stone-cold. Inside, I was cursing Harold's entire bloodline.
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I saw Alistair and Johnson burst through the front entrance as our car rolled up. Both men looked shocked as they watched me nearly collapse.
"Careful, Mrs. Bailey!"
"Phoebe, watch out!"
They lunged forward simultaneously, but Harold moved like lightning.
