Page 152 of See You Maybe
The muscles in his body relaxed slightly when she studied his face. “It’s my family’s legacy, Olivia. I can’t turn my back on what we built.” Olivia nodded, but he could see the shadow in her eyes, and he leaned down to press a soft kiss to her lips. “Trust me.”
“Always.”
His arms felt empty when she stepped away and put a few steps between them, her work mask securely in place. “Which way are you leaning on the proposal?”
Declan laughed, the rest of his tension dissolving. “And I’m obsessed?”
Her lips parted, but before she could speak, her office door swung open. Melissa burst in, her eyes wide. “Olivia, there is a crazy woman in the parking lot destroying your car.”
“What?” Olivia gasped, but Declan was already striding from the room.
“I called the police,” Melissa continued, hurrying along behind them.
Not waiting for the elevator, Declan took the stairs two at a time, ignoring Olivia’s calls for him to wait. Bursting through the door in the lobby, he could hear screaming before he spotted Fiona, swinging what looked like a golf club, repeatedly into Olivia’s BMW.
“Fucking whore!” Fiona screamed, as Declan shoved past the employees watching wide-eyed.
“Back inside,” he ordered. A few people tucked their phones behind their backs, and Declan saw Stuart and Melissa tugging at people’s sleeves to turn them back to the building. The group retreated into the lobby, where he was sure they would continue to watch the show through the windows.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Declan bellowed, striding towards Fiona.
“Declan, stay back!” Olivia yelled.
The windshield shattered under the next blow, and Fiona’s chest heaved with the exertion, her eyes finding Olivia. “You ruined everything. He is mine!” she screeched.
“Put down the golf club, Fiona.” Declan said, making sure he stayed out of her swing zone.
“No!” Fiona’s eyes were wild, and he could see the wide pupils across the short distance. “She’s a nobody. No one beats me!”
Her eyes lasered onto Olivia, and she took a few steps forward. “You think you’re hot stuff now? Let’s see how pretty you are when I’m done. My father always says you can’t rely on anyone else to get the job done.” She panted. “I gave that idiot Kyle so much coke, all he had to do…” She sucked in a breath. “Never mind… I’ll do it myself.”
Faster than Declan thought she could move, Fiona swung the golf club over her head and charged at Olivia.
Declan stepped to intercept her, grunting as the shaft of the club came down hard on his shoulder. They grappled for a moment, then Declan yanked the club from her hand, and Fiona howled like a wild animal.
He wrapped his arms around her from behind, trapping her arms against her chest. Declan didn’t know if it was adrenaline or something she’d taken, but it took more effort than he expected to restrain her. Fiona kicked back at him, thrashing to free herself.
“I’ll kill her. You are mine. My father promised me I could have you.”
“You sent Kyle?” Olivia looked appalled.
“All we had to do was give him a couple of bumps and gas him up about you and Declan’s history… Rose,” Fiona sneered.
Every muscle in Declan’s body locked. “Who told you that name?”
Fiona threw her head back, but Declan dodged so that the back of her head glanced off his cheekbone rather than squarely on his nose.
“My father will break you, asshole. He won’t let you get away with this,” she hissed. “Chris has a plan. You’ll both be sorry.”
Fiona yelped when Declan’s fingers bit into her arms. Declan’s gaze lifted to Olivia. “Did you tell Chris?”
“What?” Olivia looked from Fiona trapped against him to her ruined car and back again.
“Did you tell Chris about us? Could Jessica or Kyle have told him?” Declan persisted. “Does he know your name is Rose?”
Olivia shook her head, then stopped, paling. “Chris asked about the initials on my purse. I never told Jessica what the false name was that I gave you. Only that I gave you one.”
Declan spun Fiona to face him, gripping her biceps to hold her still. “Was it Chris? Did he tell you Olivia is Rose?”