Renegade Father. RaeAnne Thayne

evening she had struggled to contain her reaction to seeing that photograph of herself taken by some unknown person watching her through the window. Now, though, it finally broke through her fragile barriers and crashed over her in wave after wave of paralyzing panic.

      Someone had been watching her. While she had worked at her paperwork completely unaware, someone had been just a thin sheet of glass away. Watching her.

      How long had he stood outside the window?

      And why?

      As soon as she felt the fear begin to take over, felt the return of that helplessness she hated so much, she stiffened.

      Not again. Dammit, not again.

      “Come on, Annie. Tell me what’s going on. You’re white as a ghost.”

      She wrenched her gaze from the inky, ominous blackness to the man who stood beside her looking ruggedly masculine even with a dishrag in his hand.