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happened?”
    “ We handled it,” Carter answered.
    “ What happened?” Mason asked again, never taking his eyes off Kat.
    “ He insinuated you were my sugar-daddy and I didn't need to sell drugs for money when I could sell myself instead.”
    “ Bastard,” Mason muttered.
    “ He was trying to shake her up.”
    It had worked. Kat was quiet for long minutes before breaking the silence with a revelation. “How the hell does locking me up for drugs make you fall in love with her? What kind of delusional bitch is she?”
    “ The rich kind.” The thought made him shudder. What else might Priscilla do? “God, I'm so sorry about this. I never thought...” He trailed off, unable to find the right words. If he'd had any idea Priscilla would stoop to this, he would have confronted her years ago. He knew she was possessive, he knew she put something in Melanie's drink a couple years back. He couldn't prove it, and he hadn't pursued it. He and Melanie had parted on amicable terms—truth told, they had been better friends than lovers, and Priscilla had just brought that to light. Breaking things off with Melanie had been easy, but he couldn't live without Kat.
    She took his hands in hers. “It's not your fault.”
    Carter had been quiet through the whole exchange, but chose then to assert himself. “Mason, you can't take responsibility for other people's mental illnesses. You dated the woman sixteen years ago. It's not your fault she's fixated on you.”
    “ I still don't get it,” Kat started. “I mean, we love each other, and we're getting married. So, she has the drugs planted and now I'm going on trial for trafficking. Let's say I end up convicted—”
    “ You won't be convicted,” Carter interjected.
    “ For the sake of the hypothetical situation, let's say I am and sent to Fluvanna with my mother. Does she expect Mason to fall heartbroken into her arms?”
    “ I'm no profiler, but I'd say she feels you are a distraction to Mason. If she removes the distraction, then the attention will turn to her.”
    “ My God, she   is   a crazy bitch.”
    With a gasp, Kat asked, “You don't think she'd kill me, do you?”
    “ Don't even think that!” Mason exclaimed.
    “ She's already had drugs planted. It's not like, 'You killed my woman, now I love you,' makes any more sense than, 'You put my woman away, now I love you.'”
    His stomach dropped. “Carter, I need her protected.”
    “ Of course,” Carter agreed.
    ~*~
    “ What happened? Why is that little bitch cooling her heels at Mason's house right now?” Priscilla shrieked.
    “ Judge King allowed bail, and it was posted. She was released pending her trial,” Brandon explained.
    “ I don't care, I don't care, I don't care!” she protested with a stomp of her feet.
    He stood back and watched the deceivingly pretty blonde throw a tantrum like a four year old. “Planting evidence is one thing, Prissy, but I have no control over Judge King. She allowed bail, and there's nothing anyone can do about it.”
    “ Don't you dare call me Prissy again, Brandy,” she answered, a glint in her blue eyes. At his perturbed expression, she asked, “How do you like it?”
    “ Fine. Priscilla.” He walked away from her, choosing to brace himself against the far wall instead of sitting on any of her precious antique furniture. “Have I told you lately how happy I am our parents were only married for two years?” he murmured, loving the disgust lighting her face. “I did my part. I helped. I even called you Miss McClaren and acted like you could tell me what to do.” He pushed off the wall then, his long legs eating the distance between them in seconds. Toe to toe with this tiny ball of fury he called sister for a few years of his life, he warned her, “Against my better judgment, I did you a favor. Don't make me regret it.”
    “ I will own you, Brandon Davis,” she hissed.
    “ Not a chance in hell.” He chuckled softly when she flinched. “You asked me to