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Chapter 3
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avy oak doors of our
the vast white marble floor. I kicked off my heels. My bare feet
had paid half a million dollars for that custom oil painting of us during
ny bookshelf, I pulled a thick encyclopedia of hockey h
of numbers. The heavy steel do
alds he had bought to match his team colors. I reached int
ters at the top read: Prenuptial and Fixed-T
re of the man who had brokered this marriage-the late Bar
tton. The machine spit out the warm pages. I stapled them together a
. Heavy, rushed footsteps ec
tie loose. The cloying scent of the hospital's VIP luxury candles clu
ing from the study and
," Darrel snapped, his dar
contract across the smooth wood of the d
at the cover page.
harsh, mocking laugh. He planted both hands o
al tonight was just a negotiation tactic, wa
im. My eyes were
id evenly. "The contract
of a second. Then, he thre
his dramatic, attention-seekin
he stack of papers. They flew off the desk, scatt
r desperate games," he sai
teps, Jayme's signature ri
dropping into a sickeningly sweet, gentl
earpiece. "Darrel... the doctor says there might b
pun around, completely ignoring the paper
the side table and spri
The sound echoed violently
eather chair. I looked at the
ared at the date, silently murmuring a few unfeeli
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