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mouth. The fluorescent lights of the hospital room hummed with an annoying, high-p
er leg was elevated. A "stress fracture," the doctor had said. Inell, her manager, h
his watch
He felt a familiar, dull ache of obligation toward Blanca, a debt he could never seem to finish repaying. But the sharp
tirred, her eyelashes fluttering open. "Ken?" sh
is suit jacket off. He felt grimy. He hated feeling g
ched a hand out. Her fingers
reach. "I can't. Rest, Blanca. I
before she c
The car was warm, smelling of leather and cedar.
t Kenton's in the rearview mirror. Ther
Quic
his hour, the smell of freshly brewed Colombian roast filled the hallway. Carleigh took
he air w
rle
off the marble
up, dressed, and waiting to hand him his briefc
tchen. Empty. The esp
, the duvet pulled tight. It looked like a disp
ked in his gut. Had she be
ensible slacks, the cashmere sweaters she wore around the house-were gone. But the gow
a stunt. Probably staying at a hotel to
tudy to check his em
when he
sat in the center of his mahogany de
if the objects were a bomb. He opened th
the papers. Div
woman who had practically begged for this marriage to save her father from
aph. She wanted nothing. Waiver of Spousal Support. Waiver of As
hit the bott
for Dis
ad the sentence three times. Ir
med the papers down onto the desk. The sound was like a gunshot
ying li
s fingers shook with rag
ce. Twice.
el
ick with sleep.
ll are you?"
ar the rustle of sheets. "I'm surprised you're calling. I t
apartment. What is th
mentation. I ass
king around the empty room as if someone might o
years ago, you haven't touched me since. In the eyes of the court-and the public-that'
not my m
. It's the kindest excuse I could give you. It ma
he wood bit into his palm. "You get back here
r the stay at The Plaza. The pillows are div
ne wen
ein in his temple throbbing. She wasn't
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