ng brownstone. Two men built like refrigerators stood guard at the
pproached the entrance. As expect
e club,
bserving. The front door was a fortre
nce on the side of the buil
ine. "I just saw a man leave a suspicious package in the guest parking
s a usef
the service entrance were redeployed to the parking lot. In the
wood, leather, and old money. She ignored it, h
," she said, her tone lea
sity, pointed wordlessly toward a
, pushed the door
expensive suits were lounging on leather sofas. And in th
versation to a halt. Every e
settling back into a cold, hard mask. But she sa
path. He let out a low whistle. "Well, well. Look what w
amian's only real friend. In her pa
right through him
u to the curb, so now you're trying to sink your claws into Dami? I
smile touching her lips. "Mr. Hayes, whatever is b
udacity. He was used to women f
stopping at the low t
his blue eyes unreadable. He was wai
nd a clean glass. She poured a generous amount,
lence, she threw her head back and down
coughing violently, tears springing to her eyes. But she f
ulian muttered, s
was clear and strong. "You dragged me from my own wedding. You locked me in your apartm
room crackled
t, his tall frame casting a long shadow over her. He stepped to
at her, his eyes a frozen sea, search
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