a coffin. Allison stared at the empty spot where he'd stood, her mind reeling-too fast, everything had happened too fast.
umping forward and snatching a crumpled paper menu to fan her sweat-flushed
re terrifying up close. Allison-are you sure? Marrying
the frigid liquid burned down her throat, barely taming the fire racing in her veins. Instinctively, she brushed her waist-the ghost of his searing grip
ice sharpening into a blade, free of the earlier tremor. "His quick yes? It pr
a muted thud that felt like a threat. He settled into the plush leather seat, adjusti
it feel, boss? Proposed to by a heartbroken heiress who thinks you're... well, impotent?"
allow bobbing his Adam's apple-though his eyes still glinted with poorly contained humo
rdered the second Preston picked up. "Fi
nderstood, Mr. Kensington. Shall I use the st
d, his tone dark and velvet-smooth, dan
eyes-Adam was leaving his entire personal fortune vulnerable to Allison. For a man who
ay," Kip said cautiously, leaning
nted window, the city
flicker of obsession in his eyes that made Kip's bloo
ked on the next step of his plan
ers flying as she pulled up New York's marriage license
w you turn trauma into
Allison muttered, scanning the screen. "Adam
stant, Leo Sullivan-confirming their agreem
Leo's reply was short, too short: All j
ff. It was as if the waivers had been ready before she'd even agreed. She shook it off, cha
ked, yanking her back to reality.
er's vintage jewelry box, the trust fund documents that could sink Baker and Finn,
aptop shut. "One last time. I need to get my
said, grabbing her purse. "Y
teady. "I have to do this alone. I nee
replaced by a woman ready for
n sun casting harsh, elongated shadows that seemed to reach for them. Allison h
he didn't know was that Adam's "plan" had nothing to do with PR-or even Baker and Finn. The judicial waivers wer
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