Beneath Her Bastard Boss

Chapter 63

Roman looked about ready to take her again when his phone buzzed on the nightstand.

Looking over to see who was calling. His jaw ticked. “It’s Peters.”

And just like that, the softness of the morning evaporated.

Roman grabbed the phone, rolling out of bed with a muttered curse. “Peters.”

Blair sat up slowly, clutching the sheet to her chest, the chill of the room suddenly more noticeable. Her skin prickled. Roman didn’t say anything right away, but she could tell from the stillness in his shoulders that it wasn’t good.

“Are you sure?” Roman’s tone had sharpened. “Yeah. Email it to me. Blair and I will watch it.”

He ended the call with a short swipe and just stood there for a second, his jaw locked so tight she could see the tension radiating off him.

Blair leaned forward, her stomach twisting. “What is it?”

Roman didn’t answer immediately. He crossed the room, grabbed the sweatpants draped over the armchair, and tugged. them on like he needed something–anything–to keep his hands busy.

“Roman,” she pressed, voice tighter now. “Tell me.”

He looked at her then. Really looked at her. “Peters pulled something from the second attempt. The one with the falling debris.”

stone. “What kind of something?”

across the street from the building twenty minutes before you were almost led away right after the incident. No plates. But we’ve enhanced the image and ran a

clenched around the

driver. But the

hard. “Someone like who?

hesitated. “No… I don’t know. It could be anyone. If they’re not doing

went a little blurry.

kind of dangerous that doesn’t leave loose ends. Someone who

sat frozen. That pressure in her chest was back. That tight, clawing feeling she’d been trying to ignore since the party. Since the hospital. Since this all started. “But why me?” she whispered, like the words were choking her on the way

we’re going to figure it out.

at him, heart thudding

“We go on the defensive. I’m going to draw

guy out.”

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Chapter 63

using yourself as bait?”

”

find out who sent him, I’ll make damn sure they regret

grounding herself. But even his warmth couldn’t chase the cold settling in her chest. “Roman… we’re getting married. I don’t want to plan a

one of the reasons I want to move fast,” he said, brushing his thumb over hers. “So if anything happens, we have the

said after a moment. “Let’s set

unmistakable. He leaned in, kissed her once,

“Ok.”

downstairs, and Blair didn’t push. She didn’t