it. She was wearing a sharp black blazer over her dress, s

access card aga

ight flashed.

again. R

He had already cut her off. He wa

coffee to three times, stepped forward.

lasses. She didn't ple

said loudly. "Unless you want me to leave them righ

icked. She picked up the phone. "Mr. Wong?

rel came out of the el

ing to steer her toward a si

te Ms. Newman's image?" Cara asked. Her voice

ced. "Come

e the elevator in silence. Th

r. Austin cut his London trip short. An u

ing old flame

d steel. Cara walked past Burrel's desk. Through

sitting alone at his desk, reading a

. It didn't slam, thanks to the expen

s brows knit together.

ched into her pocket and pulled out the ring of keys

he mahogany desk. The m

n at Cara. His expression was bo

d to. She pulled the printout of the airport

," she said. "I'm

didn't look guilty. He looked irri

m the airport," he said

ride? Your hand is on her waist, Britt

all, looming over her. The

ara. Remember who y

r spine. She looked

ng to," she said. "My ex-boyfr