Stranded with the Billionaire

golden light, the air thick with the scent of expensive perfume and aged whiskey. Juniper Hale didn't belong

t here to blend in. Sh

d because unlike everyone here, she didn't have a closet full

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bourbon as he smirked at something his business partner said. The way he carried himself, like he owned every space he stepped i

d convince

flute of champagne from a passing

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eeping over her with slow, deliberate interes

apse. You have the power to save it." She lifted her chin, refusing to let him

othly, taking a sip of his drink. "Not passion p

mean projects that don't put mo

didn't blink, didn't react, just watched her with that infuri

iss Hale," he murmured. "You can'

ive than a heartl

care. She had spent years fighting for the oceans, for the reefs, for the marine life that p

e something," he said, voice lowering as he leaned in slightly. "Do y

ht this was a game. Thought she was just

could pl

m a passing waiter's tray and, without breaking eye cont

oom. The icy liquid soaked into the exp

blink. Just stared at her, wh

me," she said sweetly. "Enjoy the

alked away, ignoring

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coffee in her tiny Brooklyn a

It was too early for packages,

ply dressed man in a tailored suit, holding an iPad.

. "Mr. Blackwood has

her arms. "No

d her. "You'll want to hear this. But first, you'l

flipped. "

and her breath caught

wood was off

ceanGuard afloat, but eno

had been fighting for,

t him on his p

his was a power move. He wanted control. Wa

hat had spent sleepless nights trying to find a way to

e iPad back at the man. "Fine.

Miss Hale. That's exac