"Dylan, are you expecting someone?"
Dylan's mind raced through possibilities. Even if he was expecting someone, no one would dare show up without a warning.
The only people that came to mind were Ryker and Laura. Philip didn't have the guts, besides, this was Dylan's private fortress. He owned his real estate outright.
What unsettled him most was the name of the person mentioned, Olivia's name.
And who would know she was here, except her father?
"Must be one of your old chicks," Olivia teased, flashing a playful smile to ease the tension.
"None of my old chicks knows my house," Dylan replied flatly. "Allan's out of the country on business, that's why this doesn't make sense."
The doorbell pierced the heavy silence again, and Dylan knew he couldn't ignore it.
"You look like you're afraid of something, Dylan. I can get the door," Olivia offered.
"If you want to play superwoman, wait until we're in the bedroom. For now, stay put," he said with a smirk.
