The Ice Captain's Stolen Fiancée

Snow

silk dress, smoothing the fabric

ed on the van

age from my stepsis

the notif

reen: a man and a woman tangled betwe

rm, a distinct silver bracelet glinted under the light-the

raight into the camera, wearing

h sinking, a system prompt flash

conds after sending it. Just one sec

a follow-up

! Total accident! P

tion. She made sure I saw it, yet

ry. I didn

up my spine, freezing out every

olded for the Mcgee family's benefit. It was almost laughable how easil

empire. For six years-ever since my mother passed away-I had lived away from home, working relentlessly at the East Coast branch, dutifully playing the part of Donald Mcgee's c

o the desk, and calm

reservation I had ma

return ticke

kes, I booked the earliest

ture daughter-in-law. I was going back

rano, my closest fr

. "Kiera! Are you in New York

ping my voice steady.

turning dead serious. "Wha

flight to New York. But...

e do?" Brylee's voice

eping wit

n the other en

little leech! Pack your bags right now

with you f

r apartment!" Brylee snapped, her loyalty abso

tcase with a cle

from Donald popped up on my lock sc

hout a second thought, I silenced his numb

of the arrivals gate at JFK,

bobbing above the crowd, bearing a ma

mused. Leave it to an investigative journalist to pos

most of my face, leaving only my crimson lips and sharp jawline visible. Dre

yelled, finally spotting me an

resigned sigh, and ruffled her hair. "Brylee,

breath. "Damn, Kiera. Years in Boston turned you into a lethal stunner. Look at those legs

e handle of my luggage as we

trunk, "Apartments in that area are tricky to secure o

" I teased, raising a playful fist at her. "Watc

at night anyway," she said, d

nd lightly tapped her chin with a smirk. "Then luc

driving!" Brylee laughed,

partment with its sweeping view of the city

her eyes filled with a mixture of pain for me and fury f