Too Late, Guardian: I Choose Him Now

s side in three long strides, his hands closing firmly but gently on her shoulders. He

e the spell of her rage. The adrenaline began to recede

seizing the opportunity to play the v

lowed closely by the club manager, his face a mask of har

he same time, a whirlwind of expensive perfume and righteous indignation swept into the corridor.

her daughter's side. When she saw the red mark on Blair

g a trembling finger at Alaina. "It w

. "You little gutter rat," she spat, striding forward, he

the blow. His grip on her wrist was like steel. "I suggest you wat

re in his eyes. But her anger quickly overrode her caution. "This has

haos, low and laced with auth

med to part i

commanding immediate attention. He must have driven over the second

the world, he was the last one she wanted to see her like this

ir, an enraged Mrs. Kensington, the police officers, Julian standing protecti

cause. He saw a problem, and

"Mr. Harmon, finally! You need to get your ward under

al. He looked at Alaina, and his voice was tight with suppressed anger an

filthy things Blair had said? The words were an insult to him, but they were also the raw, bl

ession. In his eyes, it

She was just another problem for him to

old and final. "Apologize to Miss

into her heart. She had fought for him, for h

es, red-rimmed and defiant,

tep forward, placing himself more fully between her and

ed to protect, Harmon," Julian said, his eyes locked on Der

er the girl who stood between them. A strange, possessive anger f

. "Alright, everyone. Let's calm down. If there are conflicting stories,

's faces. In their vicious gossip, they had forgotten one crucial de