The Genius Lawyer's Inescapable Arranged Marriage

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g away the images that had no business being in her head from the night before. Last night's "drama"? Just a cas

178. Not because she was running from

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as as light as someone reading a lunch me

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to me. I care about results. And the resu

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ling." Her voice was as cold and heavy as marble, heavy enough

onds of silenc

a cornered beast suddenly reme

ger now, but fear. "Please. We've been together

anc

her mouth like a poiso

e and turned toward the door. "Speaking of which-I should remind you. The footage of you

the doorknob. The la

, what you said to my mother on the phone last night about my 'unstable mental

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silence. The kind th

ng a wall-a wall he'd built with his own hands. His defenses shattered. And when they shattered,

s as light as someone saying goodnight. "

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light. The air carried the dampness of the Potomac and the lingering sweetn

ing's name was deleted from her memory-not deleted, but overwritten. With today's schedule. With the

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the car's display screen.

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. Dinner at home tonight.

one saw the color in her eyes reflected in the rearview mirror as she backed out. Tha

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