He was so relieved he'd made it in time, so relieved she was unharmed.
God only knew how terrified Aiden Shaw had just been.
The moment Hannah Hale saw Vivian Yardley, she exploded with rage. Snatching the fruit bowl from the coffee table, she hurled it at him. "Are you out of your mind? You perverted bastard! I'm going to kill you, you son of a bitch!"
Watching her friend's face turn livid, Laura Lowell spoke weakly, "I'm fine."
"It's a good thing we got here in time! Who knows what would have happened otherwise? You damned bastard, I'm going to kick you to death!"
Vivian Yardley stood there motionless, letting Hannah Hale punch and kick him.
He had finally come to his senses.
But it was too late. He had made a terrible mistake.
Aiden Shaw took the porcelain shard from Laura Lowell's death grip. When he saw the cut on her arm, his brow furrowed tightly. "You're hurt. Let me take care of it."
"It's just a scratch. I'm fine."
"Sit down. I'll look for a first-aid kit."
