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he floor-to-ceiling window. Below, the lights of Fifth Avenue bled together in
or was a clean, sharp sound that sl
ored suit that seemed to carry the chill of the late autumn air. He moved with a
practiced smile re
re overcoat, a familiar ritu
felt like a physical blow. His eyes, the color of a stormy sea,
ying, a gardenia perfume that didn't belong in their ho
en, his footsteps echoing on the polished concrete floor. He tossed a manila e
surface, stopping just inches from
painful lurch in her chest. She knew, with a cer
umbled with the string-and-button closur
black letters, seemed to vibrat
take a slow, deep breath, then another, before lifting
, loosening his tie with an impati
ing pain that made her want to double over. Delma York. The
ure of amber liquid into a crystal glass. "My lawyer has been
er mind-pale and still in a private hospital bed, surrounded by the quiet hum of m
back across the island. "I won't sign it. Not like this." He
wly, his eyes narrowing into dangerous slits. The
. She met his look of cold fury head-on. "I want con
ure derision. He gripped the crystal tumbler, his knu
e vast room feel small and suffocating. He loomed over her, trapping her betw
voice low and venomous. "You're no different from any
ling her breath. She bit her lower lip, hard, the sharp tang of
suppressed pain. "It was a contract. A business arrangement.
h lived by, seemed to ignite the last of his control. With a roar of
xplo
Amber flinched back, but it was too late. A sha
down. A deep gash was welling with bright red blood, the dro
ed hand, a wave of diz
econd. A flicker of something-was it panic?-crossed his fac
his voice devoid of any emo
his study without a backward glance. The heavy door clicked shut behind him, leaving Amber alon
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