The Runaway Wife's Secret Heir
Sovr
teel that dominated the Chicago skyline, slicin
I clutched a sleek leather portfolio against my side. Inside, nestled between fabricated
ator. They were massive men, their suit jackets str
d to block my path with a curt nod. "The
a signature for the gallery insurance. If I don't get it by noon, the exhibition closes, and Dante will lo
a trivial nuisance, but he also knew his boss woul
arco grunted, swi
ike a trapped bird, frantic and wild, but I forced my face into a mask of smoo
hick enough to choke on. Maria, Dante's executive assist
n't go in ther
her and threw open the double mahogany
ooking the city Dante claimed to own. But my
sleeves of his crisp white dress shirt, revealing the dark ink of tattoos
the desk, was Isabella Romano. She wore a dress that cost more than most fam
te's throat the instant he s
d to make me shiver with desire. Today, it just fuele
said, walking further into the room. I refused to look at Isabell
picked up a crystal tumbler of scotch and took a slow sip, her eyes mocking
s down on top of his map, covering the territory he was so obsessed with. "Just sign the highlighted lines so I can go
pted, but he hated domestic nagging even more. He wanted me gone
" he s
avy fountain pe
d the first p
pped t
t was buried under a header I had Mark draft to look like a standa
ng the map, drawing his eyes away from the paper. "Don't forget t
t her finger, at the map, at the clock
the divo
pped t
her document Mark had drafted, legally severing him
Dante grumbled, the pe
rely a whisper. "Just that
ive, jagged scrawl of a man who thought
ched the papers before
you,"
ing back to Isabella, his attention shifting a
jelly, threatening to give way with every step. I clutc
in a wa
the elevator. As the doors slid shut, cutting off the view of my
it away
alked i
eaving