e's

erior of the Maybach. The man in the backseat was massive, his broad s

popping open a large black umbrella to hold over my h

t seem to be here yet. M

mbossed gold phone number-then tucked it into my c

ou, but

his piercing ice-blue eyes locked onto mine through the dark, mak

ach to the corner, and climbed into

out and was heading for the entrance, Keon lunged at me from behind like a rab

and slammed his palm against

tonight? You humiliated me i

nto his twisted fac

our pride when you had Adria

alization hit him, before he quickly dragged his

it was just a one-time mistake. I'll take you out on the

ath made my stomach turn. I shoved h

eon. You ma

my thumb to the smart lock, stepped inside,

t six the next morning and took a cab to the Tita

no lawyer on retainer, no filing, nothing but a marriage certificate, a morality

the button to close the doors. Just as the steel panels slid together,

nstantly eating up the space in the cabin and surrounding me

ght elevator lights, I recognized him immediately-Berkley Lambert, the le

his tall frame leaned half an inch toward me, the woo

metal handrail, my heart skipping a be

aze settling on my face, his v

into each other

R instincts kicking i

name, Capta

as the elevator chimed for my floor, he took a poli

ue doesn't know the

the hall into my glass-walled office, my pulse still

ther chair, my phone buzzed on

e for dinner tonight. We need

back a single "Fine," and set