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hen Stone threw the car keys to the ha

e man said politely, e

tomatically, even as he tugge

he wore way too fucking often for his liking. Give him a goddamn pair

d nosedived even more. He certainly could barely tolerate the pretentious galas and

vorite charities and made sure the money wasn't being flushed down the drain. He didn't go to galas and charity dinner

lized outline of a dancer and Shen almost growled as h

at asshole is g

see Tom to know he w

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als," She

rist. That guy's

to no one and does whatever the

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lis

n't respond. "Y

ng check right now and to stop being a fucking pain in the ass. He

He's just being difficult. May

I don't want to add another twenty-five million to t

ou had to put on a t

a good thing, you know. There's mo

n said automatically. "

red through the phone line, She

ng for anyway? Am I suppos

mpetent as always. "It was ten

hen growle

underfed ants or someth

is city. Not to mention that the grifting and scam

very organized notes. No, it's the New York Foundation for the Ar

ave his money to breast cancer research and animal s

silent and live aucti

pretty cool st

re to bid o

l dissipating. "I'm here to get that

drink," To

ze in you. There's supposed to be a modern

shit about mod

ed a corner and slammed straight into him. The woman re

looking at the woman

like a linebacker, so she must feel like she had hit a brick wal

n his ear, but Sh

reason, his voice sounded so soft, S

ard at the dazzling eyes that looked up at him. Large and al

nni

ad covered up her hair too, but Shen could see one dark, long curl escaping. There wa

he closed her eyes, mak

s along her knees and even reaching forward to h

sed as if taking inventory of her body. "Ok

d his brain was a near blank. He'd never seen eyes that color. There was also a tiny beau

licate, sweet. Shen had never been more aware that his ha

ke it delica

icate features and that errant

when you hit a wall," she sai

feeling guilty even though he'd been minding his own damn business. His e

ce, but then admitted

e a teenager or anything, but Christ, he was thirty-six. Any

you?" he as

d then laughed, a delightful, husky s

around, clearly looking for her stuff. But I wasn't looki

ot fi

on soci

t eve

elopment had social media accounts, b

m n

e he had just confess

all

hand to help her to her f

ater and scarf swallowed her up so he couldn't detect much beyond that stunning face. But she was light as a feather. He could probably p

ing her phone and sweeping it up with a so

nd grabbed her duffe

e said, but did

he strap of her ba

to w

. "Do you always expect you

her close enough to him that her flowery scent assaul

banner above their heads. "Probably the same place y

rking on t

said, that adorable smile s

" Another little tug on the strap. "You're

he answered honestly, reluctant

sprite's eyes went wide.

sell me something." Another h

reason, he didn't want

tion with a room full of people. Was he reall