pen. Isadore didn't walk;
oice was a whip c
over a planter. "Mr. Grimes. I... she'
raight to the railing. He didn't
ton. "Now. Do not turn my
he drop, then back at h
iron. He didn't just help her d
solid wall of his tuxedo. She smelled expensive scotch and starch. Sh
ength, his hands lingering on her shoulders for
. "If you come within ten feet of her again, I will b
hite. He scramb
ivered. "
dore said, his voice
Ashton ch
back inside, but toward
sted his cuffs, his heart rate
waiter's jacket from a rack and a tray with a single glass of
he door of the P
loosened his tie. He looke
you get
ng past him into the room. "Hide m
. "Ten minutes. Then se
. The city sprawled below t
wanted a scene. She doesn't care if it r
a drink. "I don't car
walked over and took the glass from his hand. She took a sip, her eyes
is personal space. "You need a
drunk from. He looked at her mouth. "An
voice dropping. "They're trapped behind a legal firewall Carter created
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