Flash Marriage To The Billionaire Hockey Star

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y of what I had made Knox promise right before g

ore he had gripped my shoulder, a wave of panic

ther console. "Brodie is about to enter the league, and C

solute secret from the Lane family. Only let your trustees know. If Carlene finds out I l

iving a slow nod. "Fine by me. The fewer people out

n my chest was the only reas

ene slammed the heavy front door shut behind me, locking the deadbolt with a sharp sn

th your presence?" she hissed, her

nt did you pull at L'Espalier tonight? And how d

wool coat, keeping my

ly. "I already told you and Davey at the

ll, ugly laugh that ec

was born yesterday?" She stepped right into my perso

re a penniless orphan wearing a thirt

themselves at his feet! A man at his level wouldn't look twice at a g

dn't belong anywhere. Tonight, thinking of the way Knox had pulled me behind

nd met her furious gl

uth," I said, my voice remarkably steady. "We

ically over my face, huntin

room window, and she had seen how effortlessly Knox's lawyer had crushed Davey Gar

ur mouth shut about it until tonight?" she demande

relationship," I said, weaving the exact excuse Knox had given me into my lie. "He

flushing an angry mottled red as she realized I was warnin

wed her eyes and lowered her voi

Leonard is actually sleeping with you out of pity or jus

up with Davey tonight. If you are playing some sick game to make Brodie jealous when he walks

en I handed her the truth on a silver platter, her twist

my fingers brushing against my phone

er toward the stairs. "I wouldn't look at Brodie if he were t

t you take that tone with me under my roof! Tomorrow morning, you are callin

two flights of stairs to my cramped attic room, steppe

let out a shaky breath, realizing

nstead saw an official email from Vanguard PR's human resources department: Congratulations

al job, and tomorrow morning, a legal shield t

ged my battered carry-on suitcase

ork outfits, my laptop, and my toiletries. From the bottom of my closet safe, I pulled out my birt

, the howling wind of the Nor'easter r

warmest black turtleneck and wool coat, tucked my document folder into my bag, and carrie

e sidewalks was already past my ankles, and the

to the Red Line station and caught the first slow-

plaza steps outside Boston City Hall, shivering inside m

I was here, a sleek, armored black Maybach glided silently throu

n three inches, revealing Knox's

ld," his deep voice c

trunk while I pulled open the heavy rear door a

charcoal bespoke suit, two men in sha

r my wind-flushed cheeks before he picked up a thick, leather

Knox said evenly, unscrewing the cap of a heavy gold fountain p

CONFIDENTIALITY AGREEMENT* on the cover page, my breath caught