VIVIAN'S POV
The distant echo of a knock reverberated through my quiet apartment, prompting me to rise from my chair with an air of regal poise. I approached the door with measured grace, uncertain of what awaited on the other side.
"Hi! How are you doing?" inquired the policeman, his gaze fixed upon me. I returned the pleasantry with a courteous nod, but an underlying reluctance colored my response. The last thing I wanted was to grant him access to my sanctuary.
Three long weeks had passed since the agent's debacle, and I had striven to move forward, to put that unpleasant chapter behind me. Yet, this policeman persisted in shadowing my every step, bestowing upon me gifts and ceaselessly vying for my attention. My heart, however, harbored no inclination for romance, especially with a man of law. Men—deceptive creatures!
