ANGELA PARETTI, CALL YOUR MOTHER! Which is what Angie meant to do, except she wasn't quite sure how to explain how a simple chauffeuring assignment had trapped her in a mountain cabin, on Valentine's Day, with handsome CEO Jack Merritt.
JACK MERRITT, CALL YOUR OFFICE! He wanted to, but since bullets were suddenly bouncing off his limo, he had little time for amenities—or even for his very enticing driver. Was their secluded hideout a safe haven—or the beginning of another sort of danger altogether?