ished mahogany table. It slid past the silver

etters on the cover-No-Fault Divorce Agreement-stared up under the crystal lights. Dead si

p, and scanned the first page, face po

ur mind? Do you have any

he slammed his palm on the table. His anger was real, but so was the p

s not a child's game

icy gray eyes pinned to Avery's calm face, his throa

pla

high-backed chair, her red l

way with nothing. I don't want a single cent from the Howard family trust.

is pathetic trick

the thick agreement with one hand and cru

mi last month? Or because I rejected your

the crumpled paper, smiling nervously a

Did you get your head caught

, the cold pressure radiating from h

e games, Avery. My p

straight for her wrist. Avery sat completely s

hers, a burly dark figure lung

i

Dylan's custom Savile Row suit with his calloused hand. The fifty-thous

lthy hands of

hroat, his dark eyes fie

ep back under the raw, lethal stance of the illegitimate brother. Winston t

of your brother-in-law! Do you wan

s his sharp features as he looked down at hi

lay a hand on m

p click of her heels cut

let hi

d. The fury in his eyes receded, and he slowly opened his fingers, t

n lapel, his gaze locking

nt a di

his voice dro

long to me alive, and you belong

for air before dropping to her kn

to that fertility clinic this morning and came back talking nonsense!