I searched for an exit. Going through the house wasn't a possibility, it was too likely I'd run into him inside. If I tried to make it to the gate on the opposite end of the pool, he'd see me from the kitchen before I made my getaway. My heart raced when I stared at the privacy fence surrounding the yard. Collier couldn't have a nice wrought iron decorative barrier like normal rich people-he had to have a six-foot, solid-wood screen.
I dragged an outdoor end table up to the fence.
"What are you doing, Giselle?"
"What does it look like?" I shrieked the words in horror and an octave higher than normal. "I'm going over the fence." In my mind, it was rational, but hindsight is twenty-twenty.
"You can't scale the fence to avoid my brother. Just go out the side."
"He might see me," I wail
