Return Of The Lethal Unwanted Heiress

the cracked asphalt of the hi

chassis of the black Maybach. The engine gave

he dashboard. "Dammit! There's ze

e gravel, his long legs adjusting to the uneven ground. His dark eyes

e white smoke pouring from under the hood. "We are going to

and, his thumb automatically finding the heavy b

miles up the road," Graham said, his voic

under their custom-made Italian leather shoes. T

ructure made of corrugated iron came into view. The ext

ve got to be kidding me. You think some back

the half-open rolling metal door. The sharp cl

usty interior. The air smell

justed to the sh

on a mechanic's creeper, slid halfwa

pair of long, incredibly straight legs were be

ic clankin

he creeper rolled out from un

her shop. Her eyes were cold, calculat

find a girl in a place like this. Let alone a girl with a face

eavy-duty wrench. His eyes narrowed. He could smell it on her. Not just the gre

on his signature playboy smile and took a s

the heavy wrench onto a metal table.

said. One word.

completely thrown off by the raw hostility. His charm

himself in front of Pierce. His presenc

was deep, carrying the undeniable weight of a

y shifted her

r in the garage suddenly

his suit. Her eyes flicked to his left

lkin

ed the grease from her fingers. The corner of

," she said, her voice compl

a backwoods mechanic?" He reached into his jacket

single hand. Pie

pulled out a thick stack of crisp, hundred-dollar bills. H

e, but her mind calculated quickly. She needed untraceab

e stack of bills into her po

. Ricky jumped from the

Go get their ca

firing up the rusted tow tru

ell over

motorcycle sitting on a stand. He ran h

, not looking at her. "It's professional-grade racin

rigid. The muscles

y between Graham and the bike. H

, her voice dropping to a lethal wh

a cornered leopard. He didn't feel insulted. Instead, a

And he was going to rip