nt hum. When she finally started the engine, something inside
tate, she drove straight to "A
for a boutique hotel was being threatened. The contractor they'd
tation and, with the threat of a massive
ear, his expression haggard. He was her partner, the one person w
s he hung up. "Foster isn't taking my calls. Their lawyer'
trying to pin all the blame on us so he ca
... it has investment backing from the Whita
"Colton, I'm not with him anymore." She didn't say the
s concern genuine. "I just... I can'
held a warmth she hadn't
ntact our lawyer. Prepare for a fight. And gather every de
eiling window of his CEO office. He'd just finished a video conference an
. He'd acquired the property years ago. He knew
ion for a bored wife. In two years
he saw a familiar Porsche Tayca
row. Wasn't she supposed to
her emerge from the buil
r. A playboy who coasted on his family's name i
f earnest concern. He reached out, as if to touch
over Kara's shoulders. She was only wearing a thin cashm
t, then she gave him a small, ti
mate. Protective. The man's tenderness, the woman's smile.
around his coffee mug. H
iquid sloshing over the rim,
a raw, unfamiliar fire roaring to life in
the divorce so easily. She alrea
again. The words now
o Colton. She handed the jacket back
k, watching until her car w
cracking against the marble. He jabbed the button o
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