The Cold CEO and His Bride

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ind of cold that seeps into your bones and stays there. Th

s my nostrils, but I don't move. I've been here too long to start caring about the smells anymore. The sounds of the city

iting

o killed m

m, how he got tangled with the wrong people. And how Dominic "Dom" Callahan, a name that mak

t care about the money. All I care about is making

ays stops by Raven's-the Irish-owned club down the street-around this time.

hree-year-old waitress who's barely scraping by. But Liam deserve

I cross the street. Two massive bouncers stand outside the entrance, their sho

hrough the floor. People press against one another on the dance floor, their bodies m

en I s

covers. His dark hair is slicked back, and there's a sharpness to his jaw that makes him look like he's been carved

magining this moment, but nothing coul

n who took eve

rward, but someo

re going, sweethear

s glitter with amusement, and there's a cocky grin on his lips. He's tall

snap, trying to

ightening. "You're about to walk i

ed your hel

ades. "But if you're planning on getting close to Callahan, you're goi

his voice mak

?" I ask, my

better than to me

m my arm, and he leans in close enough for me to

ut of here," he murmurs

ready too l

iting for me to come to my senses. But when I turn back toward the boo

ss of the music in my chest, pounding like a second heartbeat. Dom is still there, lounging in the booth like a king holding court. He lea

up to him and demand answers? Scream at him for what he'd done? Throw a d

es shift, loc

ree

Calculating. He doesn't look away, and neither do I. It feels

I use the moment to slip into a dark corner near the bar. My breathing is too loud

to re

again-that subtle

t, leaning casually against the bar. He is watching me, a faint smi

I mutter un

his head for m

ut he clearly isn't going to leave me alone. I sta

roblem?" I ask

ng. "Sweetheart, you're the one about to get yourse

eed saving

something beneath the charm. "Everyone n

me, spoken like it carries

ay, though my voice doesn't

you sho

, but there is something else about him-something magnetic. Up close, his blue eyes

t about five minutes before someone at that table decides they don't like the way

happens to me?" I as

ised. Then he shrugs, a lazy smile

like to keep my en

im, but he d

for being here, it's not worth it. Guys like Callahan don't lose sleep over people like us. If

le over me lik

ce," I say tightly,

ady knows I won't listen. "Fine. At least tell me

gnore the way his smile make

re not going to leave, at least do me a favor and stay out

, he turns and disap

oesn't quite add up. He seems like he belongs in a place like this, but the way he talks ab

away, I turn my at

ble is

wasting time with Cole, Dom

mutter, scann

e is

, my chance slips