Mack waited. And seethed.

He seethed, and he watched while he sat in the shadows waiting for Lucy to come home. He could have tracked her to wherever she'd spent the evening, but he knew her bodyguards were with her and they would have called if she needed him. Since he hadn't heard a peep from her or her bodyguards, he assumed there wasn't a damn thing wrong with her except her inability to listen. Something he was going to rectify.

Life had been simpler before Lucy. ...