Lavinia paced the floor of her office. Casey had been gone most of the evening. By now, it was nearly midnight. She was sure that there was nothing to worry about.

But that didn’t stop her from being scared witless.

Any time Casey was not in her sight, she worried.

It hurt her heart to be this way. She knew it was possessive and wrong. So wrong.

Casey was her own person and needed to do her own things. Even if those things were errands. ...