Flash Marriage To The Billionaire Hockey Star

Turn

eld onto the promise I had gotten from Kno

Aston Martin, a sudden thought about Br

ther console. "Brodie is about to enter the league, and C

absolute secret from the Lane family. Only let your trustees know. If Carlene finds out

iving a slow nod. "Fine by me. The fewer people out

was the only thing keeping

ene slammed the heavy front door shut behind me, locking the deadbolt with a sharp sn

with your presence?" she hissed

nt did you pull at L'Espalier tonight? And how d

wool coat, keeping my

ly. "I already told you and Davey at the

h, mocking laugh that

I was born yesterday?" She stepped right up into m

ack! Knox Leonard is worth billions, and women like Bethany Herrera throw themselves at his feet! A man at

dn't belong anywhere. Tonight, thinking of the way Knox had pulled me behind

nd met her furious gl

uth," I said, my voice remarkably steady. "We

ically over my face, huntin

room window, and she had seen how effortlessly Knox's lawyer had crushed Davey Gar

ur mouth shut about it until tonight?" she demande

relationship," I said, weaving the exact excuse Knox had given me into my lie. "He

ce darkening with anger as she realized I was warning h

wed her eyes and lowered her voi

Leonard is actually sleeping with you out of pity or jus

t up with Davey tonight. If you're playing some sick game to make Brodie jealous when he walks

er the truth on a silver platter, her twisted mind

my fingers brushing against my phone

er toward the stairs. "I wouldn't look at Brodie if he were t

t you take that tone with me under my roof! Tomorrow morning, you're calling

two flights of stairs to my cramped attic room, steppe

haled slowly, my hands still trembl

nstead saw an official email from Vanguard PR's human resources department: Congratulations

job, and tomorrow morning, a legal shield th

ged my battered carry-on suitcase

outfits, my laptop, and my toiletries. From a small lockbox at the back of my closet, I pulled out my

, the howling wind of the Nor'easter r

warmest black turtleneck and wool coat, tucked my document folder into my bag, and carrie

e sidewalks was already past my ankles, and the

to the Red Line station and caught the first slow-

plaza steps outside Boston City Hall, shivering inside m

text Knox that I was there, an armored black Mayb

n three inches, revealing Knox's

ld," his deep voice c

trunk while I pulled open the heavy rear door a

charcoal bespoke suit, two men in sha

r my wind-flushed cheeks before he picked up a thick, leather

Knox said evenly, unscrewing the cap of a heavy gold fountain p

AND CONFIDENTIALITY AGREEMENT on the cover page, my breath