arlier that day. He was younger than she expected, sharp-eyed

t it's legally binding once signed a

he envelope and slid it into her ov

quiet elegance, the view of Central Park breathtaking. The Maitre

nd. For a split second, Deliah felt a pang of guilt. What if she was wrong? What if the second bracele

rs. The conversation

lit up on the tab

r drained from his face. His e

knocking his napkin to

ip was desperate. "Jere, sit dow

"It's an emergency, Deliah. Security breach a

k like a man worried about servers. He

he hissed, "o

ely devoid of affection. "Don't threaten me, De

stack of hundred-dollar bills onto th

bill,"

fast, weaving through the

table was deafening. She felt the eyes of the other diners on her-pity

dly she couldn't coordinate her movements. She

the clutch o

n. The contents spilled onto the plush carpet.

lack letters at the top of the document wer

immediately. "Let m

urging through her veins. If the pr

n on the text just as th

ped, her voice too loud

startled, hands raise

her bag. Her heart was hammering against her ribs like a trapped bi

d the line of limos. She ran to the curb and hailed a yellow cab, obliv