e? For a month? The public declaration in the terminal hadn't been a spontaneous a
a woman scorned. Nora's mind raced, trying to piece together his motives. Why now? Af
her silence a more potent dismissal than any insult. There, in a reserved spot near the exit, was a black Bentley, sleek and imposin
or and slid inside. The scent of rich leather and clea
on focused on a tablet. He didn't look up. T
eiled insults. Catherine Sinclair made her disapproval of Nora known at every r
voice tight. "Your mother do
meet hers. Instead, it dropped to her hands, w
is your
as flat, cold.
at her bare left hand. "Oh," she said, forcing
in the car dropped ten degrees. "Nora Vance," he said, his voice dangerously l
rser," she countered, falling back on the truth. "It's a safety regu
as a solid, irre
center console, his movements economical and precise. He pre
he'd given her five years ago, the one currently locked away in a safe in her apartment. A
d a s
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