PLEASE NOTE: The end of this book contains an excerpt from Hannah Ford’s new book, BECAUSE HE OWNS ME. CHARLOTTE My mouth went dry and my stomach twisted into a tight knot. “Who is this?” I asked, my hand gripping the receiver so hard it hurt. “My name isn’t important.” The voice on the other end of the line, just a second ago intimidating and scary, now sounded almost nervous, like whoever it was hadn’t planned on what they were going to say beyond ‘I have a secret to tell you.’ “Why are you calling me?” I asked, emboldened by the caller’s change in tone. “What do you want?” “I know about the girls,” the man said. “Charlotte?” Noah demanded from the other side of the office, where he stood with his hand on the doorknob, ready to leave. “Who is it?” I hesitated. I’d liked to think I’d learned my lesson about keeping things from Noah – after all, anytime I’d kept things from him in the past I’d ended up in trouble.
