Too Late For Regret, Mr. Carlson

eather and smoke. Jensen swirled t

n who had never worked a day in his

the paper tearing. The look in Alexia's eyes. It was bothering him. She

buzzed on

it. A messag

exted him. They spoke thr

the ph

mage

en s

port. And next to it, a birth ce

ead: She's se

she have her passport? Those documents were supposed to be in

, the whiskey slos

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lled

ou have called i

e. She wouldn't. She was Alexia. She was the constant. She was the

knocking hi

encer asked. "Aubree

go to hell,"

o the door when

ea

, walking f

d. "You need to come home

ed? Is the h

She ordered Mrs. Higgins to open the

ed walking.

if the staff talks. A separated couple in the penthouse? It's unaccepta

his eyes. "Y

aid, sounding proud. "She has nowhere else to sleep.

n hun

fast, weaving through traf

ut. She had her passport

actually

. His heart was hammering against his ribs. It wasn't love, he told

front door. The

hallway, wringing her hands. "S

marched to the double d

k. He shoved t