Page 83 of Captivated

Joe tipped his head back and forth, considering. “I’m still trying to figure it out.”

“But you want to.”

“Hmm?”

“Figure it out.”

Joe smirked. “With you, yeah.”

Liliana pursed her lips, and gave him a look. “All right. Apology accepted.”

“I thought so.”

Cocky asshole.

She kind of liked it, though.

“Before I forget,” Joe said, digging into the pocket of his jacket. He pulled out a small white card, and offered it to Liliana. “This was taped on your door when I got here—someone delivered you flowers, huh?”

Liliana blinked as she took the card from him.

Already, her fingers trembled.

Worse, her heart thundered.

Frighteningly, she couldn’t take in enough air.

If not him—she’d thought it’d been Joe who sent the flowers—then who?

Liliana flipped the card over.

Anxiety swelled.

She saw familiar handwriting.

Pain exploded in her chest.

No name was attached—it didn’t need to be.

Her vision blurred.

“Liliana, hey,” she heard Joe say.

The panic attack came on hard, swift, and unforgiving.

Like it always did whenever Rich Earl took her off guard.

The fucking bastard.

Why wouldn’t he leave her alone?

ELEVEN

SHIT.

Liliana was losing it.

Panicking—again.