James
He didn’t want her to work. What was so fucking hard to understand about that? James thought in irritation. He’d provide everything for her, even a regular income. He was a generous man when it came to a person he adored, and Mia was definitely one of those people. So why the fuck did she behave like he’d crushed her heart when he refused to let her return to Mystic Spring, which was no longer her home?
“Fuck!” he swore under his breath as he raked his fingers through his thick, dark hair.
Was she really going to defy him and return to the small town? What with that two hundred bucks of hers? Furthermore, her sick bastard of an uncle was still on the loose, prowling the country, searching for her and her brother. He had no doubt the maniac would kidnap Mia if he found her. Fuck, didn’t she realize her life could be in danger? That he personally wouldn’t be able to protect her if she were to return to the other side of the States?
