e service elevator with professional efficiency. Abbey took a st

ng over. "My car is right out fr

thed the lapel of his jacket. "

," Miles bristled.

his head, looking at Miles like a disappointe

the floor manager needs you to sign for the damages. The glass

oke the glass!"

cited the incident," Ken said smoothly

as presenting. He was trapped by social proto

to argue

s elbow. His fingers were strong, dig

he com

in the wall that slid open to reveal a private elevator

cutting off the music

deafening. Abbey pulled her arm away,

you," she said, back

ing to go? Back to that rat-hole apartment in the East V

hed. "How do you kn

ights a week. I know your father's legal fees are drowning you." He

ared of you

shoul

d to a private garage bay. The black

," Armo

N

ng her against the elevator wall. He placed a

he said softly. "I will d

he ducked under his arm and marched to the car. S

and the partition between them and the driver slid

of the garage and i

m him as possible. Armond loosened his tie. He looked a

" he

t had been hanging betw

ndow. "It was a summer

te on the pillow. You changed your number. You vanished. That's not

ut you weren't Armond Chevalier, the art student.

n because

ce him, anger flaring. "And because I knew

at did

stairs," she spat. "Someone who d

sing against her jaw, forcing her to look at him. His t

years, Rose." Abbey's blood ran cold. "Then why..." "I was waiting," he cut her off, his voice drop

me is

tever I say it is

a hand through his hair. The vulnerability

phie is safe. Tomorrow, we'l

staying w

wed in front of 432 Park, the needle-th

d. "Because I've boug

froze.

the debt this morning." He looked at her, his expression