Olivia

I waited, watching the screen. One minute passed. Then two. Then five.

Nothing.

"Of course," I muttered under my breath, setting my phone face down on the table. "All talk, no action."

It was always the same with bullies. They loved making threats from the shadows, but scattered like cockroaches when confronted directly. Whoever sent those messages clearly didn't have the spine to face me in person.

I grabbed my purse and headed to the valet, my ...