ack into their leather booth, sla
e table. "Who the hell is that? He looks like
alcohol hit her stomach. "I met him in London a year
l radar began to spin. She tapped her
"And his name is Yannis.
ecause the opportunities there dried up,"
new it! Kelsi, I am a genius. He is the textbook
. "What makes
y. "Did you look at his clothes? That leather jacket was gorgeous. The cut was perfect.
had been close enough to smell the leather and cedarwood
that mean?"
declared triumphantly. "He bought one expensive jacket years ago a
but Kelsi found her
his eyes when he said that? There was this flash of... defeat. He's probably incredibly talented, but the art
. It explained the contradiction in him-the arrogant, powerful way he carri
was so handsome, so clearly intelligent, yet he was str
r it? A hot, tragic artist is the perfect rebound. And the
f my engagement this morning. I am not looking for a rebound, es
image of Yannis's dark
orner of the VIP lounge, Augus
nd one of Augustus's oldest friends,
, eyeing him curiously. "I saw you talkin
ip of his drink. He di
her? That's Kelsi Owens. She's engaged to Jeb
slow, calculating sweep of the room before lock
't have a
halfway to his mouth.
estion. "How well do yo
enough. We run in the same circles. See her at par
ne leaving no room for argument. "Specifically, I need to know exactly wh
ight, consider it done. But I have to ask... careful, that's
violent and absolute. His mind drifted back to that gallery in London a year ago. She had thought he was just a struggling artist featured in the exhibit. She didn't know he had bou
er Chase. He d
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