nge slammed shut behind Charlie Castro
lobal and Leo's father, sat with his long legs crossed in a black leather armc
s lay a frost that never seemed to thaw. The hard sweep of his brows and the deep-set shape of his eyes bore
om her face. She smoothed her tweed jacket, adopting a fragile
nched the small of Leo's back, her vo
dy now. Don't m
skin. His face turned pale, but under Charlie's warnin
hifted to the boy's frail frame, the icy barr
ed hand, guiding Leo to stan
quiet authority. "Your recovery protocol isn't over. You were
ll fingers twisting together. "I'm sorry, Daddy.
curls. "Next time, call Gavin or one of the
tense shoulders easing b
sit on the wide armrest right beside Holden's should
looking at her, he leaned back into the leather seat, c
e began, lowering her lashes as pr
n's voice was flat and final.
xpression, fury flashed through her green eyes,
, his chief executive aide, stepped ins
cade to the Manhattan headquart
g securely beneath Leo's arms to lift the
inally able to breathe after the suffocating tension. His small ha
ode toward the door, not sparing
digging into the leather of her handbag. Then she forced her express
the back of the extended Cadillac. The heavy door
y in his lap, his thumb brus
e bother yo
"No. I almost fell,
her arms and the fierce gentleness in her eyes
er. As he leaned in, a faint, lingering trac
the exact scent that had vanish
tercom beside the
ecurity feed from th
h the speaker at once. "W
against the back of Leo's head, h
son. I want her name be
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