The Final Move; Reborn to Rewrite Destiny

blindsided by betrayal, the woman walking into this upscale lounge tonight would have never been seen by the man sitting across from her on that w

jazz in the background and soft murmurs, you walked into warm light that bat

to him, and the sharp features said nothing as he watched her approach. They st

, a voice of significant weight that required hearing. "Or

s. Regarding metaphors, Mr Wolfe, let's ge

to sit, and as she did, he took hold of a glass of red win

her. I've followed your career, Grace. Brought to her knees by those

spine stiffened. "Yes, is this where

"Sympathy isn't my currency. Opportunity is

with Amanda Harris. For her latest venture, she's already courting I

tion of her name, but she kept a placid e

you." His tone sharpened. "Make no mistake, t

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a's playbook." A guy who can dominate her before she gets the chance. I'll thr

lexander Wolfe wasn't a gamble, but as lethal a high-stakes chess match as could

he said finally. It was a ste

d. On one condition: loyalty. If

nswered in kind. It is funny: I was

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have

and clasped his. It was firm,

waver, 'We have

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one of those sly smiles creep across her face. "He