slowly crossed his long legs, resting his ankle on his
and began to recite the script C
ve at a Wall Street investment bank. He used the right
t. She kept waiting for him to slip up, to mention a mu
or. He played the part of the succes
He couldn't find a single hole in th
ger toward the staircase. "Arlington. My study.
ed to her feet. "Dad, no! Arlington has
ne's hand. "It's perfectly fine, darling," he said, offeri
eared around the corner. A second later, the heavy o
er thumbnail. Her stomach twisted into painful knots. She pictured her father figur
own onto the sofa, her eyes sparkling with exci
gallery story, adding nauseating details about love at first si
he atmosphere was
t buy the mid-level banker crap," Arthur growled. "You walk
ent. He decided to give the old man a tin
unds," Arlington said smoothly, dropping the h
. He made one call. He spoke for thirty seconds to
the phone
just reviewed Arthur's business files, found a critical legal loophole in the IRS's claims, and guaranteed that the massive tax audit threa
hook as he hande
pping to a deadly serious register. "I will use every resource
shing power. And it worked. Arthu
er nail down to the quick. Thirty
opened. Heavy footstep
up, bracing hers
slung heavily around Arlington's shoulders. Arthur was throwing
. "This is my boy!" Arthur boo
absolute shock. The strict, overprotective patriar
nd her waist, pulling her tight against his side. He looke
he cellar! Get the good champagne! We are c
ed and ran tow
d tilted on its axis. She felt
ring her voice to a furious whisper. "W
head. His lips brushed
gton whispered coldly, "the
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