Keeley was napping with her head on her husband's lap when he got the call from the doorman that a Lacy Knighton was here to see him. So she had finally guessed he was in the penthouse. People had to know which apartment a tenant was in to even get the doorman to call up.
"She's been stalking me," Aaron said icily. "Put her on the strict no-entry list. If she tries coming into the building, toss her out."
"Yes, sir," the doorman said professionally. "Would you like me to contact the police for you?"
"Not necessary at this time. Thank you."
The police wouldn't be able to do anything because she hadn't made any active threats recently. Only he and Keeley knew the truth about how dangerous she was.
He glanced down at his wife's sweet sleeping face. She had put her trust in him—he had to keep her and their children safe.
