A week had passed since the rescue, and Olivia had responded so well to treatment that she could finally return to the office. She was in the bedroom, halfway through dressing, when Dylan entered, holding a glass of water and her daily supplements.
"My goodness, I nearly forgot," she said, walking toward him to take the glass.
"I thought as much," Dylan replied, watching her closely. "Where are you going?"
"Office," she said, adjusting the hem of her dress. "They need me back, otherwise, the board might vote in someone else to replace me."
Dylan frowned, tension instantly knotting his features. "What? You're all over the news, and it's not for lounging on a yacht. You were missing, shot, or kidnapped. That's a chain of life-threatening events, Olivia."
"They don't see it that way, baby," she said, stepping back slightly. "Now help me with my zip, please."
