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ago. She didn't move immediately. It was a rare and calculated command performance; at the Hamptons estate, they slept in separate wings. Here, in this glass box in the s
till the
athing shallowed, her posture collapsing inward. The door swung open, slamming ag
railing down to the defined ridges of his abdomen. He looked like a statue carved from rese
band. He looked at her like a st
elf into the corner of the headboard, widening her eyes. It was a practiced motion. The frightened doe
k. The silence in the room was heavy, suffocating, f
book from his dis
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her. He let it go i
cheek before landing on the duvet. Heda didn't flinch. She
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ce was gravel, rough from disuse and
igher, layering on the thick twang of the moun
eached out, his fingers digging into her ja
't my wife. You are a shield I bought to keep
urned his back to her, dropping the towel to dress. The muscles i
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the tiny black listening device from the edge of the nightstand where it had been placed. With a practiced, silent motion,
links with aggressive precision. The wall of ice
air and threw a garment bag at
back to the Hamp
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tie. He looked at her reflectio
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r eyes. It was Columbia University. Finance. Top of
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the door hard enough to
all, Heda's tears stopped. Instantly. It
on full blast to create a wall of white noise. She reached behind the t
It looked like a relic, but the
e keypad. Green code ca
hort Position:
the mirror. The bruise
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from the Cayman Islands is sweeping En
flection looked back
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the pink Chanel suit. It was tight in the shoulders. She look
The Oracle was gone.
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