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one, which was lying face-up on the counter. Th

violently

the Vincent family's annual charity gala, Clemens' vo

se my family sponsors. D

ears, magnifying until t

d her eyes tightly, her trembling fingers reachin

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iskey. Mac

ow, resonant, and carried an undeniable weight

. She turned her head slowly, her alc

er. The dim, flashing neon lights caught

eccably tailored suit that sc

tly graced the covers of financial magazines. She didn't see t

eyes, dark and bottomless, lo

held her gaze for three

glass toward her in a silent, restr

lt less like interest and more like

backward in sudden panic. Her knuc

zing water cascading directly

tupor. She scrambled for the cheap paper napkins on

red her fie

, monogrammed handkerchief. It smelle

ngertips brushed against his cool knuckles,

ly, but the man didn

his grip, his large hand wrap

ow rumble that vibrated in her chest. There was a strange,

zing water on her dress, and the utter h

, a bitter, broken laugh escaping her

stantly. The temperature a

deliberately stroking the

ured, his gaze dropping to her lips.

gerous eyes. The alcohol whispered

jerky, thoug

e crisp autumn wind of New York hit Ele

et. He draped it over her bare shoulders. The resi

the curb. A driver immediately st

nted backseat. The man followed, and the he

ty entirely. The air between them insta

ght illuminated the strong column of his n

cated her last sh

ripping his broad shoulders, an