en cleared. In their place sat a bottle of tequila and a sh

meone shouted. "To

and leave, but Preston caught her hand. "Come on,

trappe

rt, exposing the hollow of his throat. He looked relaxed, but his

t whirred against

own. Tick.

of the bottle point

t up around

iately. Her eyes gleamed with m

n't going to perform like a c

d you have a bit of a history. Is the rumor true? Did you really du

t. The air was suck

t know the ex was Baron. She thought Baron was just a sp

his eyes. The storm in them was raging now. He was st

her to say she made a mistake. He w

d if he dug, he would find the federal indictment against her fathe

clearance. He would lose his career.

n break through the fabric of her dress. She had to kill the hop

in and looked Bar

r voice steady and

aw, but she saw it. It was the look of a man who had

able murmured, scandali

errifying laugh. It soun

tequila that was meant for the loser of the g

ed the burning liquid in one sw

table. The sound was violent, cracking

d, toppling over onto the carpet. He didn't pick it up

the wall, his

ne," he

shoved the heavy mahogany panels open wi

as g

l sat frozen, her heart bleeding out in her c

felt li