ar floor. She reached out with a trembling hand and took the handkerchief. The fabric was impossibly soft-still
ed it, a bright smear of crimson stared back at her. Her cut palm had bled through. Embarrassment burned her
his dark eyes were fixed on her right hand, track
ditioning was frigid, and her soaked dress clung to her
toned his custom suit jacket. He slid it off his broad shoulders and tossed it over he
up, breat
ce shaking. "So I can repay you.
r for two long second
was a low rumble that vibrate
tect of Wall Street. The CEO of LA Group-known for gutting legacy corporations wi
stinctively, she slid
A muscle feathered in his jaw.
rying to drag you back to a
She needed his protection, but
she said steadily, omitting the fabricated sex scandal
augh. "Vincent Sinclair's desperation
s. Tires screamed against wet pavement as the car
Chloe sideways. She crash
, hauling her flush against his chest. Her chee
second, the
She felt the heavy, steady thud of his heart again
nst him sent a jolt of pure heat straight to his core. His throat went d
er face burned. The oversized jacket slip
rge to pull her back. His expression blank, he reached out and pulled the ja
ercom. "Darrien. Find out what the
ppressing the news of the bride running. They a
They'd finalize the marriage on paper
fists so hard her fingernails dug into her
r palm to keep her fingers uncurled. With his other hand, he opened an armrest compartment a
owered, his focus entirely on her hand. The ruthless CEO was treating her
s clean and tosse
lace to go tonight?"
uddy feet. "My credit cards and
e blurred city lights. He tapped hi
ce leaving no room for argume
erself, trying to ignore the way her heart was still racing. She gla
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