Free Glass Towers: Surrendered by Adler, Holt, Ginger Fraser Page B

message as fast as my fingers can fly across the touch screen.
     
    12:26 PM
    Mrs. Towers
    Now. Tell me now!
    No response. I get zero response from him. What the hell? I wait a couple minutes.
     
    12:28 PM
    Mrs. Towers
    Damn it. Tell me. Now I am upset!
     
    12:28 PM
    Your Husband
    Your phone was stolen the day you were attacked.
     
    Oh. I feel like I just swallowed a lead weight.
     
    12:28 PM
    Mrs. Towers
    You mean it has been gone all this time? Why didn’t you tell me?
     
    12:29 PM
    Your Husband
    We have enough to worry about. Your phone was hardly at the top of the list.
    I begin to write back a snappy response , but I stop myself. What am I doing? I shouldn’t attack Harrison. He is just protecting me. As always. The temples of my forehead are pulsing and my stomach is sour from the meds. I quickly write a response, so I can choke down some food.
     
    12:29 PM
    Mrs. Towers
    I understand. I am just so frustrated. I just want to be back on our honeymoon Harrison.
     
    12:30 PM
    Your Husband.
    I know. Me too. I love you Danielle. As soon as you are well, let’s go to Montreal. I want you to meet your new family.
     
    Gasp. I wasn’t prepared for that. I want to meet his family. The thought of it is just a bit much for me now, considering what I have been through. I eat a couple bites of chicken rice soup and sodium crackers then respond.
     
    12:33 PM
    Mrs. Towers
    When do you think we will go? I am nowhere near fit to travel yet. I have physical therapy to finish.
     
    12:35
    Your Husband
    I know. We have some time before you are ready. I just thought you would be excited about meeting my family.
     
    12:35 PM
    Mrs. Towers
    Oh, Harrison. I do want to meet your family. I am just not ready.
     
    12:36 PM
    Your Husband
    I was thinking we could go back to Montreal around my birthday and stay through the New Year.
    Oh my gosh! That is right! His birthday is in several weeks. With everything that has happened, I barely know what day of the week it is.
     
    12:37 PM
    Mrs. Towers
    Ok. I guess that will work. I am sleepy now. Can we talk about this tonight?
     
    12:38 PM
    Your Husband
    Yes, I have a conference call this afternoon but will come home right after.
    12:38 PM
    Your Husband
    I love you
    My insides get all tingly whenever I hear that. It’s the most wonderful feeling in the world to love and be loved. I don’t care how much I might sound like a sentimental sappy song from the seventies. I love being loved.
    12:39 PM
    Mrs. Towers
    I love you too. See you tonight.

Chapter Ten
     
    Two weeks later and I am completely on the mend. I still have telltale signs that I had an accident. My slight limp and swollen nose give some clue to my recent history. Otherwise, I am feeling a lot better and my strength is returning. I am finally completely off the meds, which has helped with my nightmares.
    It has been six weeks since the accident , and I am terrified to leave the penthouse. Albert has stayed on with us. He is still here fulltime and we have two security guards, who patrol the Towers grounds. My parents went home to resume their life at the coast almost ten days ago. I am doing great with physical therapy on my knee. Today was my last day, in fact, and I am now cleared to resume normal activity. Except for running. I have no desire to go running anyway. I am opting for the treadmill Harrison has brought in and set up in one of the extra rooms. In fact, he had the guest room furniture removed and set up a makeshift gym for me. There is a nice executive gym in the Towers HQ, but he essentially doesn’t want me leaving the penthouse, unless it is for a doctor’s appointment. Harrison and Albert both accompany me to my appointments. I know he is trying to protect me, but I feel like a prisoner here.
    I have been unable to conduct my business , so I referred my new clients to a colleague. I know her from when I worked for the Davenport’s firm, back when I was still married to Bradley.
    Harrison just dropped me off