Lola was about to complain and argue some more but Russel cut her off.

“You are not going. End of story,” he told her. His jaw set firmly as he stared down at her. The body language meant, in no uncertain terms, that he would not back down. It didn’t matter what she had to say. There was no argument she could offer up that would make him change his mind.

“You. Can’t. Stop. Me.” Lola replied.

“The hell I can’t,” he snapped. “I’ve spent months protecting ...