Cane's POV
I was the one who set the rules. She was to stay out of my way, out of my life and not present herself to me unless I asked but yet, here I am, in her place waiting for her. I was breaking the rules I set.
It's just an hour into the event and I was so restless. All that was running through my head was how she was doing. Was she holding her end?
One second I was pacing, the next , I was on the phone with Armstrong. "How is she?"
"Not so good boss. She's trying to hold it in but I can see she's cracking."
"Bring her back! Now!"
"Yes boss."
It felt like I was waiting an eternity. I sat down, stood up and paced. The usual twenty-five minutes it took to get here felt like hours.
Soon I heard the car pull into the driveway. I turned sharply towards the door just as she turned the knob.
