ed, vibrating right t
t in the back row of the crowded bleachers, her hands p
reboard. They were locked on th
ely. He wore a navy cashmere sweater tha
d dropped her groceries in a puddle. Julian had stopped, handed her his umbrella, and
ed by teammates. He had just hit a buzze
ed her bag, squeezed past the screaming fans, and hurrie
cooler, smelling of da
ed her back against the wall, hiding in t
d. Her le
avy metal door finally swu
ollar of his jacket. He had a massive black duffel bag slung over
ows and planted herself direct
looked up. Annoyance f
e just shifted his bag an
s movement, blocki
eth. "I told you to find someone else.
402 from Chicago," Vesper sa
es narrowed as he s
pocket, unlocked it, and shoved
around it on the airport floor were dozens of hand-forged, cust
said softly, her eyes locked on his. "They belonged to my gr
looked at Vesper's face. Recognition finally dawned i
, her voice trembling slightly with adrenaline, "I will
didn't
the athletic board will flag your file for disciplinary review. You'l
. Vesper could hear the faint dripping of
believing laugh. "You think you can blackmail me?" he demanded, his voice tight with barely suppressed rage. The sudden shift in his de
ok a slow step forward. He was so close now that Vesp
aid, his voice dropping an o
d a shaky bre
is lips were inches from her ear. "You'r
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