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directly,” he said evenly. “I’m surprised you didn’t have Amy call me instead.”
    She felt the hit and her spine straightened. “The update you wanted was being handled by Amy.”
    “Are you scared of me, Grace?”
    “Yes.” She was. She was scared how much power he had over her. He had his hand in her business and her personal life. He was capable of making her life heaven or hell. So far, he’d put her in both worlds and now she was in limbo.
    There was a pause on the other end of the line and then, “You’re serious about the boutique in Texas?”
    His voice was deep and commanding, making her shift uncomfortably in her desk chair. God, even his voice had the power to make her want him and she hated him for it.
    “Yes,” she bit out.
    A pause. “I don’t like it.”
    She sat forward. “I can make this work. If you’re worried about the money, don’t. I can use my money to open the boutique. I won’t take a penny from you-”
    “It’s not the money,” he cut in.
    That much was true. He was a millionaire. The profit he made from the money he invested in her boutique had been paid back to him several times over. He didn’t need anything from her. The boutique was a drop in the bucket compared to his other endeavors. She knew the only reason he was so involved in her business was because of her. She turned to look out at New York City with its towering buildings and minimal greenery. Everyone was in a hurry. Taxis honked at other cars while pedestrians walked past each other without a glance.
    “What is it? Whatever it is, I can do it,” Grace said, tense with the need to get away from the city and the man she was forced to interact with. She was torn between business and family. If she moved to Texas she could do both.
    “I don’t like you being so far.”
    Her heart stuttered. “Mitchell, this is business.” Her hand clenched on the arm of her chair, nails digging into leather.
    “It’s not just business, Grace. I know you ’re doing this to get away from me. It won’t work.”
    She tipped her head back to look at th e ceiling. “If you know that, then let me go.”
    “No.” His voice was resolute.
    She surged to her feet. “I don’t need your permission! I can do this on my own.”
    “You think not?” his voice was coated in ice. “I can make it impossible for you to find a place to lease. Don’t push me, Grace.”
    “I haven’t come this far to let you dictate my life!” she snapped.
    “We’re not finished.” A pause while she sputtered on the other end of the line. “I’ll pay for all of Casey’s expenses to move her back to New York.”
    “I can do that myself. I told you, I don’t want Casey or Evie in the city!” Grace shouted.
    “Are you going to the Smith party with Landon?”
    The change of subject threw her off for a momen t. “What does it matter to you?”
    “It matters.” His words were terse.
    “I don’t understand. You threatened to take me to court. You said I was nothing more than a common-”
    “ I didn’t mean it. If you’ll just give me a chance-”
    “Nothing you say will make a difference . I would rather leave this city penniless than let you manipulate me with money.” She hung up and stood over the desk, breathing hard. He used to bring out the best in her. Now he brought out the worst. Her cell began to ring with Mitchell’s name on the screen. Her phone beeped as she received a text. She snatched up the phone with a growl.
    When you’re ready to listen you know where to find me.
    She resisted the urge to throw the phone against the wall. Hell would freeze over before she listened to a word Mitchell had to say in his defense. Nothing would erase the scars on her heart. She would find a way to open a boutique in Texas even if she left New York with nothing.
    Throughout the week Grace wasn’t surprised by the phone calls from Macy and other women who attended the party that suddenly wanted to get together and “talk.” When