"See, sweetie," he said, "that is the wrong answer." He let the pause stretch. "Because now, you have made an enemy of me. And I am not a man you should trifle with. You can ask your future husband."
Ivy's throat constricted. A shiver crawled up her spine. Her father had raised her with fire in her veins. "Get out of my house, Mr. Kane," she said. "And I am going to pretend this didn't happen."
Tom rose to his feet slowly.
"Mary Morales," he said softly. "That's your mother's name, isn't it? Trapped in her own mind in the nursing home."
The air left Ivy's lungs in a sharp gasp. Her blood ran cold, her nails biting into her palms. How the hell did he know that? The fact that he said her mother's name meant he'd dug into her life, into the single most vulnerable part of her world.
Ivy's vision blurred with sudden rage and fear. Her house no longer felt safe. He had invaded her space.
"Threats don't scare me, Mr. Kane. Get the fuck out of my house! Now!"
