Love Amongst the Wealthy

t time, try not to cry into

linking rapidly to stop tears from spilling again-not that it would matter. She'd cried in the

he scent of espresso and warm pastries re

rfe

her fraying tote bag tighter to her chest and ducked under the awning of a closed designer boutique, its windo

he way, I can

he weight of reality t

o savings. No fami

ty didn

verse di

God didn't giv

d. No one stopped. No one looked. That was New York. You could

pped, bumping her shoul

g into the glass window behind h

e. "Asshole," she mut

d her, low and smooth like aged whi

tartled-and in

perfectly over his head. His face was carved in shadow, but his eye

about him sc

dan

the he

it h

a called him The Ice King. She'd seen his face a hundred times on magazines. Forbes. GQ. E

re..." s

id coolly, eyes trailing

look like a

pite the shivering. "Don't worr

ment ghosted across

lence. Then he extended

king," he sa

inked. "

hy

ic charity case," she snapped

. "Is that what y

n't

s voice dropped to a near-whisper. "Or maybe I

ending to be a savior.

don't like owing favors to men who c

hough it wasn't a smile. "But even smart g

e numb. Hated that her breath misted in front of her and

the damn umb

t from him, mut

e. "You can re

napped up.

at pocket. "Stone Tower. Pe

ike it was burning in her

ut," he said smoothl

o sleep with you,

s head. "Did

like you alway

e said, stepping backward i

to the curb. Without waiting for a reply,

mbrella now shieldin

ess card in her hand. Embossed

ander