lace of cream leather and polis

e seat beside her. He was clutching a ragged, stuffe

g furiously on a laptop. He hadn

is legs, and the bear slipped from his grip. It tumble

ing. He looked d

her breath.

ts ear. He looked at it with disdain, but

small fingers brushed ag

a

rubbed his fingertips, frowning. He looked at Leo, really looked at him, fo

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led. "Preparing fo

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into the blinding

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the stock

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ing court. She was surrounded by reporters. She smiled when she s

cameras. "Hart, you didn't tell me your... ex-employee h

ent wild. Cli

hielding Leo's face. S

at Isadora. He saw the s

ed it over Camisha's head, covering Leo as well. It was a

ar," Hart ord

s were cold enough to freeze

you," Isadora stammere

rned his back on her and

ney Estate was silent

that," Camisha said,

window. "I did it for the stock price. I don't need a

ve iron gates. The estate loom

aiting. When he saw Camisha, his prof

," she gave hi

ng guest rooms," Hart ba

the house

breathing evened out. She

copies, but she needed the physical originals to make the th

lent on the plush carpet. She slipped into t

e desk and swung it open. The safe was there.

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dle to the s

She grabbed a book from the desk-The Art of

jama pants and a t-shirt. It was th

e saw the saf

up to him, closing the distance until s

her voice breathless. "I was l

her. He stepped closer. He was so close she

," Hart said softly. "Y

change

her away. Instead, his hand brushed her arm, movi

. They were just two people who kn

sha," he whispered. But he