The Boardroom Heat

lause. But this?. This was the kind of pressure that could kill her. Sitting in Justin Clark's sleek black car as it sped through the nearly deserted streets of Manhattan, Katie foug

beside her in the driver's seat, his jaw set in a grim line. He had barely spoken since they left the Clarke Enterprise

just driving until we hit the ocean?" Justin didn't take his eyes off the road. "Yo

I sure as hell don't need you playing bodyguard." Justin's grip on the wheel tightened, his jaw clench

ight, Katie," he said, his voice low, controlled. "And you and I both know that if they wanted to hurt you righ

t be smart enough to realize that staying alone tonight isn't an option." Katie hated that he was right. Hated that he could see throu

." Katie rolled her eyes, but she couldn't

Pent

what she had expected-sleek, mo

ipped out of a Michelin-starred restaurant. She turned to face him as he set his keys down on the counter. "Let me guess-this place is just for

vement was casual, but there was something about the way his forearm

ow. "What, no 'mi casa es su casa'?"Justin's lips quirked. "Let's not get ahead of ourselves." She snorted, but the tension from earlier

s of whiskey. Justin leaned against the counter beside her, his own drink in hand. "You sh

her glass. "Not exactly the easiest thing t

et out a dry laugh. "You say that like I have a choice." "You do," he said, his voice softer than usual. "Y

him, meeting his gaze.

readable. "I know." The air between them felt heavier

be the CEO of this company, you've been awfully reluct

He didn't speak for a long time. Then, finally- "There

ho is it?" His fingers tightened around his glass. "Moore isn't acting alone. He's connecte

uzzle together. "Are we talki

this go?. Justin took a slow sip of his drink before setting it down. "Deep

as bigger. Much bigger. She met his gaze, her voice steady. "Then we take the right

wi

They Could

of the moment. Katie's instincts kicked in instant

penthouse w

ained down, the night air slicing through the penthouse like a blade. Katie's pulse thundered. Someone had shot at them. Justin pulled her behind the kitchen island, his body shielding h

course he had a gun. "Stay here," he said again, his tone brooking no argument. Katie grabbed his wrist before he could

gether, they moved-silent, lethal, r

was a declaration of war. And K