me rush having settled into a low m
king at a lobster salad she could
steak with surgical precision. "Yo
toward the window, her expression a mask of vaca
our file in Zurich is empty. No records, no history. That's rare.
tened on her napk
aurant died. Silence rippled
a tu
s rolling through
ad shoulders perfectly. His face was a mask of cold indifference, but his ey
her plate. The sound was lik
im. In t
han she remembered, an
r table. He didn't look at
hair fall forward to curtain her f
up. "To what do we owe the honor? I
deep, resonating in Evita's chest. "I wanted to s
ightly, facing Evita.
s a c
go unfocused, her mouth slightly slack. She adopted the
e was searching for the spark he
othing. Just a
of disappointme
ing with sarcasm. "I heard you picked up my leftovers. Th
ure," Julian replied smoothly. "Besides
ened. The double mea
t wait for an answer. He signaled a waiter.
O'Connell had forced her to drink. The
The aroma wafted across the tab
heen of sweat broke
y. "Is something wrong, Mis
aid quickly, placing a hand o
ard O'Connell bought her a very expensive drink
of her thigh, hard. The sharp pain grounded her.
tution," Julian said, his
s eyes never leaving Evita's face. "I pr
ed. He was testing her. Pushing butto
ded to
her knee against the table leg.
darling," J
ay, her limp sli
It was clumsy, yes. But her stride... the length of h
aid. He spun his chair
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