and Megan had left a bitter taste in her mouth, but it had also
r ten minutes before spotting a space, only to have a sleek Mercedes cut her off and steal it. Frustrated, she parked in
en, violent downpour soaked through her suit in seconds. No umbrell
from the parking authorit
wn her face. A choked, hysterical laugh escaped
glided to the curb in front of her. It sent a wa
zed the lic
ave ended. He was leaving.
shame could stop her, she ran. She threw herself off the curb an
tires hissing on the wet paveme
faced man leaned out, ready to shout. A
er in,
avy door open and scrambled inside, b
ack against the plush leather seat, eyes closed. He looked like he was re
on the expensive carpe
... amused. "Miss Reynolds," he said, his voice a low, smooth baritone. "
membered last night. Her desper
a side compartment and tossed a thick cashmere blanket into her la
rapping the soft fabric aro
what happened last night." His to
at her pride. But pride was a lu
words out. "I'm sorry. Last nig
steady. "So you stopped my car in the
n, exposing the desperation underneath. She knew there wa
breath and
d your
against the roof, sealing them in their own private world. He leaned forw
. "I can provide that. But you'll need to prove your sin
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