Three weeks later
‘Oh, my God! He’s back! Thank f***k!’
The exclamation rings through the lobby as I walk in the door to Cadell security, seconds before I am engulfed in a pair of suffocatingly strong arms that squeeze the very air out of my lungs.
‘Can’t . . . breathe . . . Let . . . me . . . go . . .’ I manage to gasp out, fighting the man off until he releases me.
I crane my neck to look up at one of my bosses, Callen Hownell. The man oblivious to my boyfriend’s annoyance, staring at me with a look of pure, divine reverence . . . as if I’m the second coming itself.
‘Why are you always so dramatic?’ Gage’s asks his voice laced with amusement as the soldier steps into view from behind his best friend.
‘I’m not being dramatic, I’m being truthful,’ the millionaire retorts sharply. He
