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Maybach. The heavy door pneumatically sealed shut with a soft hi
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ng back into the heated leather seat and rubb
loser, completely invading my personal space. The pure
from my cheek. His thumb lingered on my jawline, rough and call
teel-blue eyes darkening with a possessi
hould have crushed the Salas family's li
said softly, suddenly very aware o
to the nape of my neck, his grip
my eyes locked on his, "I
avy with unspoken promises. Reluctantly, he let me go and handed me his glass
hly through the snow-capped pines of the western hills before tu
inst the night sky, its private, regulation-size
here Mrs. Kowalski, our head housekeeper, was
softly, wrapping the warm wool around my s
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ase up to the master su
ent in independence-vaulted ceilings, floor-to-ceiling windows o
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nical keyboard, entering a thirt
standard desktop to a secure
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g a steaming mug of hot
sive firm. Their principal owner operates through shell trusts, but they hav
runners," I said, taking a sip of milk. "I'm taking
al counsel with y
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