Isabella stretched as she completed her run after landing on her front step Thursday night and rested her hands upon her knees, panting hard. It was just coming on seven and she had been running for an hour.
“Are you out of your mind?”
She looked up in surprise at Cam standing in front of her, dressed in a three-piece suit, looking fresh as a daisy. “You weren’t supposed to be here until nine. It’s only seven.”
“Why are you running without protection?” his tone was furious.
She rolled her eyes. “Evgeni isn’t going to hurt me, Torres. He wants to own me, not kill me.”
“He will hurt you if he thinks he can’t have you. His words were if he can’t have you nobody can.”
“I know,” she shrugged, “Clara and Mikhail spoke. I filed a restraining order yesterday and he’s been served.”
“It will
