“I told you I felt sick.”
“You were trying to get attention.”
“No.”
“Do not lie to me.”
He crossed the patio.
Anna backed toward the brick wall.
“Grant, Lily’s wedding is ten feet away.”
“That did not stop you from flirting.”
“I asked for water.”
His fist struck her jaw.
The world flashed white.
Her head hit brick, and her knees folded.
Grant adjusted his cuff.
“Look what you made me do.”
He crouched and gripped her chin.
“You have ten minutes to clean yourself up. Then you are coming home with me.”
Home meant the isolated house in Lake Forest.
It meant the locked study, basement stairs, and gun in the bedroom safe.
If I get into his car, she thought, I may never leave again.