Stealing My Foolish Brother's Beautiful Bride

ey

e boutique. The cold Chicago air hit my face, a welco

his embrace. "Let go o

body. "Who said we were putting on a show?" he murmured i

hing out of the store. She was juggling all the sho

out, breathless, forcing a smi

e mine. "Hayley, your things." Then she looked

his head at the bodyguard behind him, who silently st

turned to Blake again, her voice even softer, dripping with false sweetness. "Mr. Bla

ally trying to dump Kennedy and move on to h

tention, a faint, mocking smile on

fectly styled hair, as if he were assessing a worthless piec

s face. She hadn't expected

s-her go-to move for manipulating men. "I... I

out. He cut her off coldly. "I'm

nly the three of us could hear. "I'm only interested in one

eful" with a meaning tha

in headlights. She stared at him in pur

er before his expression went cold again. He looked past her. "My

omething, but the look in Blak

wayed on her feet, watching helplessly as Blake's bodyguard l

or and practically pushed me

off the sight of Bree's face, t

Blake's unexpected intervention, had been accomplished the first

into traffic. The sile

r seat, trying to put as much distance as po

m asking, my voice dry. "Y

passing city. "Knew what? Knew that my brother was stringing h

n his tone confirmed

ecognize me in the bar last night? Was his a

man's mind was a fortress. In front of him,

My silence seem

ght, satisfied smile. He was in control of