Page 32 of His Prize

“I appreciate that. Thank you.”

“I wanted to know if anything about that moment has come back to memory. The color of the truck or possibly a glance you remember in terms of who was driving it?”

Ash cleared her throat. “Miss Bonnie has had a long day. We can resume this line of questioning—”

I held up my hand. “It’s all right, Ash. Really.”

My bodyguard stayed silent as the detective stared at me.

“Unfortunately, time hasn’t restored any of my memory from the accident. I have no idea what the man looked like or even if it was a man driving the vehicle in the first place. All I remember is my driver yelling at me to get down. Then my next memory is the hospital.”

“And you’re sure about that?”

I nodded. “I am, though I’m sorry to admit that.”

He tucked his notebook away. “Well, you have my word that we’ll find that bastard. Whether he’s dead or alive at this point, we’ll make sure there’s at least a body for you to stare down.”

I smiled softly. “Your dedication to my hu—” I caught my words, and I swallowed them whole. “Just—thank you, Detective,” I said.

He nodded. “Of course. I’ll let you get on your way, Miss Moretti.”

And as I watched him walk off, he peered over his shoulder. Not at me, though. But, at Ash. I looked over at my bodyguard, and I saw her glaring at the man. For what reason, I didn’t know. However, it wasn’t a reason I was necessarily concerned about right now.

All I wanted to do was get back to the waterfront vacation house that Israel and I were holed up in and then crack open a bottle of wine all to myself.

13

Bonnie

“Miss Bonnie?”

I looked up at the bodyguard standing beside my uncle’s study. Well, my study now. “Why did you phrase that as a question?” I asked.

The bodyguard blinked. “Just didn’t expect to see you here.”

I nodded. “And why is that?”

The man looked around to see if anyone else was with us, and it made me regret telling Ash to canvas the outside of the house. I didn't like the shocked look on this man’s face, but I certainly didn’t enjoy him checking to see if anyone was watching us.

“How-how are you feeling?” he finally asked.

I tapped my cane against the marble floor. “Better, now that I’m back to work.”

He nodded slowly. “Right. Back to work.”

“Listen, I have a job for you.”

“And it is…?”

I walked up to the man. “I want you to pack your things and leave.”

He blinked. “Come again?”

I smiled politely. “I want you to pack your things and leave. You’re fired.”

The man’s eyes narrowed as I brushed past him, pushing myself into Pava’s office. I needed to lease out my own space at some point so I didn’t have to come back to this house ever again. But, until Israel and I got over the hump of literally everything else happening, this place would have to do as my workspace.

“Miss Bonnie, you can’t fire me,” the man said.

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