It was 1:07 a.m. Kylie stood beneath the club’s fading neon sign, staring at her phone. Driver arriving in 4 minutes. She could handle four minutes. Across the street, a group of guys lingered where they had been when she first walked out. At first, she ignored them. Then one glanced at her. Another followed. A minute later, they were closer. Kylie moved toward the brighter part of the sidewalk. They shifted too. Her stomach tightened. She hated feeling nervous. She was the CEO of a company she'd built herself, someone who could negotiate with executives twice her age without blinking. But standing alone outside a club at one in the morning, she wished she'd brought security. She checked the app. 5 minutes. “Seriously?” One of the men said something to the others. They laughed. Then they started walking toward her. Kylie unlocked her phone and opened Adrian's contact. Her husband. Her childhood enemy. The last person she wanted to admit she needed. Yet when she thought about who would actually come, his name was the only one that mattered. She pressed Call. He answered after the second ring.