d the coffee table. She spread her arms, tryi
Alistair, her voice cracking. "She's playing a long-con!
abbing Beatrice's arm. "St
ently shook h
arkened into a terrifying scowl. Th
rice," Donovan warned. His voi
ce's frantic, protective display. Words would never convince
novan's massive, protective arm aside. She
one waited to see how Josie would defen
ed her gaze to Alistair and Eleanor. Her
he money," Josie stated calmly.
ook a full second for the sheer impos
angry momentum was completely d
orward, her hands shaking. "Josie... do
ir. His eyes narrowed into sharp slit
ith my husband. Even if it's
listair. "A family must
hing hitched sharply. A tidal wave of co
ers, the brutal, bone-breaking physical labor. The idea of his delica
denly stepp
his fingers securely around Josie's delicate
wife in private," Donovan
e, he gently but firmly pulle
to be led away. She left the open lockbox
ed money. Her core argument su
ogether in silent prayer. Alistair looked at the lockbox, t
nd-floor hallway. His grip on h
edroom. The room was chaotic, filled with
oak door behind them. The latch clicked
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