ent to find Ennis Sharpe. He found him in a
used to getting his way, J
readable. His fingers traced the rim of his
a smug edge to his voice. "You get rid of y
e cool and direct. "So my 'win'
beginning to realize this bastard son wasn't
nastasia walked in. Her face was st
voice low but clear. "What Juston is proposing is my wish. I need a leg
he first time. Her directness, her raw honesty, was
is asked, his voice
ied, meeting his gaz
's lips, faint but transfo
in spreading across his face. Anastasia clenched
ng for Anastasia to join him in his own car-a Bentley tha
ed it go, a strange, unfamiliar flic
t drumming of rain on the roof. Anast
eady?" Ennis's voi
quickly. "It just
e's wife in the span of an hour is a bit unre
she admitted calmly. "But
empty. The process
er hand trembled slightly. En
rfunctory questions, took their documen
rs. Sharpe," the clerk said, handing
orce of a drumbeat. From this moment on, she was no lo
he rain had stopped. A sliver o
her hand. Her new name was printed in cl
draping his suit jacket over her
, sandalwood scent. She pulled it tighter, a
into a diamond-sharp point. Juston. The Cross family. This i
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