Divorced And Rich: Falling For The Mechanic

y. Adeline Mcconnell leaned back in the leather armchair, the Cuban cigar resting between her fin

e afternoon sun-it was all paid for with her money, her taste, her sanity. She took a slow drag, le

r slamm

e sweat, and the distinct sourness of unw

hardwood floor. A grin split his face, the kind that mea

walked right past the antique desk, his eyes scanning

the humidor on the corner table. It was rosewood, ha

Her voice was flat. "Th

fingers popping the lid

a plastic Bic lighter from his pocket-the kind you buy at a gas statio

ked in

d he doubled over, hacking like a dog with a bone. "What the hell?

d scorching the intricate wool pattern. A black burn m

ear, but from a sudden, violent surge of rage. She stared at the burn mark

scraping against the coffee table. He grabbed a hardcover copy of Moby Dick fro

ds were shaking, so she shoved them

at's your problem? This is my brother's house. Wh

ash and the crushed cigar butt she'd just put out spilled across the polished wood. He flicked his own lighter, l

to smell the beer seeping from his pores. "This is my study. I bou

way that made her skin crawl. "Your money? Please. We all know you

im was overwhelming. Adeline took a step back, her t

" She pointed at th

his alcohol haze. He paused, the smirk faltering fo

" he muttered as

d ash, the discarded book, and then at her rigid posture. A sneer tw

t thick, contaminated. Adeline stared at the ruined rug

noon air rushed in, but it couldn't wash away the smell of

th a pulse. Of biting her tongue until it bled. Of watching these p

he found the name. Stark. Her thumb hovered over the call button. She imagined

l. She didn't want to be the poor little rich girl

king up the cigar she had been smoking. She crushed it out

on the rug again. It wasn't

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