a capsule of silence and leather. The tinted windows turned th

rear seats and the drive

ainst the seat, the corset of her dress digging into her ribs. She reached up and yanke

frigerator built into the seat console and pulled out a glas

e looked at his phone, s

k," h

e adrenaline was crashing, leaving her cold and empty.

m the front seat. "We are en route to the H

her voice raspy. "We aren

rds left her mout

of mild incredulity. "I have three board meetings tom

hort, bitter laugh.

d, turning back to his phone. "The sooner

city skyline fade into the trees of Long Island. Th

land Estate, the sun was setting. The house was a monstro

waiting on the steps. The butler, the maids, the ground

't offer her a hand. He buttoned his

of tulle, dragging herself out of the

p. He turned, his silhouette sharp

hrough the evening air. "Don't let the

chin. She gathered the dress in both hands a

of beeswax and old money. Fletcher didn't stop for in

in shades of slate and charcoal. There were no photos. No perso

re," Fletcher pointed to a door o

the room, clutching her veil. T

, her face heating up. "A

ks. He paused. He dropped the gold l

s eyes swept over her bod

d slowly. "If you want the tabloids to ru

Estella said. "Wha

He stopped a foot away, fo

sex," he said. "And it doesn'

blinked.

" he said, his voice brutally calm. "And I didn't put one on myself because I don't care enough to che

once. He was telling her she was safe,

ed toward the bathroom. "Don't touch the f

clicked shut. Th

in the room. She loo

ng there. An American Expres

te in Fletcher's sharp

PIN is the date we

he didn't know her birthday, and he wouldn't care to guess. He had set it

m door. She traced the ra

You want a business part