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Los Angeles City Hall pushe
ega stepp
ingers instinctively tightening around the lapels of her cheap, beige trench coat. The fabric
he center of t
aningless wash of skin tones and indistinct features. This was her reality. Severe prosopagnosia. Face blindnes
ath. The air tasted like
d the instruction in her head. Find the m
ded rows and finally snagged
air sat parked
ting in it, his head bowed as he a
aid shirt or the standard hospital-issue chair. Chrissy didn't hesitate. She walked briskly toward him. The hard heels of her scuff
ht in front of
her lips into the gentle, submissive smile she had
nds clasped tightly in front of he
er voice steady and earnest
plaid shirt jer
this strange woman standing ov
naire. The Vega family had warned her that Arch Rush III was a ruth
dollars for her family's bankrupt compa
s, reciting the scri
. But I promise you, I will fulfill every duty of a wife. I wi
eache
he man's shoulder. She patt
your legs," she added, her ton
e shrank back against the vin
s eyes wide with panic.
ssy
er hand hung suspended in the empty air between them. He
word of apology, a sound slic
s a s
amusement and raw authority it felt like a bucs Ve
ith a dangerous edge. "It seems your eyesi
whippe
nch coat flared ou
d in the shadows of a marble p
custom-built, matte-black carbon
d, pitch-black haute couture suit th
ually on his knuckles. His dark eyes locked onto hers, analyzing he
e carved from stone. Through the glass doors behind them, she could just make out the imposing silhouette of
eck, setting her cheeks on
bing against the pad of her index finger-a nervous habit deve
e mild prosopagnosia. Face blindness. I can't recognize
g right through her excuse. "As long as the man is
like a physical sl
s slumped. The air
f blood bloomed on her tongue. She forced herself to lifrs together. She let the mask
ital injection into the Vega Group," she said, her voice d
icker of dark, dangerous i
l. He didn't
head a fraction of
ard stepped forward and gripped the handles of the carbon fiber w
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