lastic mannequin lay on the expensive rug, a silent
bit his lip, trying desperately to suppress a laugh, but a ner
nded, his voice a low, dangerous rumble that left no room for hesitation. Mr. Davenport and his
sation of embarrassment crawled up the back of his neck. He, Conway Maxwell, the man who
eyes. She stood tall, her chest heaving, star
room immediately. He forced the tension out
anding," Conway said. His voice was smo
Julian. His eyes were lethal. "
gue, but the sheer gravity of Conway's stare crushed the wo
hetic apology. He took a
ximity made Diana's breath catch. She instinctively took a
said. He extended his large, calloused hand
is hand. She had assumed this terrifying man
ed the lawyers. It explained why Julian cowered before him.
not reach out. She kept her arm
ok offended. "I apologize for my nephew's reckless behavior
y, but the heavy, commanding tone
ed in that instant that this man, Conway, was a hu
tanding by the door, and the man in front of
red up, can you leave now?" Diana a
resort to extreme 'self-protection' measures ag
rom who? The husband who threw a check at
. The words hit a nerv
d, I will personally supervise Julian.
lder of this family, it is my responsibility to ensure this marriage does not
eavy stones. It was a blatant threat. He
ell into a box labeled 'Highly
and walked out the door, Julian scurry
he slid down the heavy wood of the door and sat on the floo
ncle, the way you looked back there... I th
etal doors. His eyes were dark and ca
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