and a pain so deep it felt physical. She stared at Jude, searching
thing. Only
housekeeper, who had appeared silently in the doorway. "Mrs. Gable, prepare th
gh Joslyn's haze of pain. The south-fac
r be
rabbed his arm, her nails digging into the fine wool of
sent her stumbling backward, her hip colliding hard with the co
ng Leo behind her as if Joslyn w
r seen them. "There is no 'our' anymor
pulled out a folded document. He tossed it onto t
his voice flat. "I will give you two op
white paper. She decided
d. This whole scheme wa
omething-annoyance? confusion?-crossed his face before
ause. She flipped to the last page and scrawled her name on the sign
nt back toward him. "
nsation that made the edges of his vision blur. A phantom scent of jasmine-her perfume-seemed to mock him. He balled his
ht," he said, his voice clipped. "
er look. She turned and walke
ned in, her voice a triumphant whisper.
e, her own voice just as low, but laced with steel. "Don't celebrat
ained from K
bedroom, a space she had filled with her personal touches, with b
mbness. She opened the walk-in closet and pulled out t
she owned before him. Everything he had ever bought her-the
and Kisha's soft, cooing voice directing the staff.
stood there, her face a carefully blank mask. "Sir
She dragged it behind her, out o
already playing the lady of the manor,
in a business call. It was as if she, and the li
, the wheels of her suitcase bumping against the
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