f the Beverly Hills man
es to travel in shared vehicles to the main film
linding. The heat radiat
led out a pair of oversized, black Tom Ford sunglasses, and slid them onto her face. The dark
directly at her face. The live feed was still running, capturing the beh
question, his voice flat and impersonal from behind the lens: "Justina, the chat is going crazy. They want to know... looking at a
eached up and tucked a stray strand of hair b
hot metal of the SUV and looked
sarcasm. "Look at him. He belongs in the Metropoli
ly toward the fron
cold. If you touch him, you might get frostbite. Who in their
ve stream filled with
so real
ng conf
the frostbit
the heavy oak door of
airs. The sun hit his dark suit, highlightin
p step. He had hear
the lens away from Justina and
e muscles in his neck tightened. His icy blue eyes narrow
at exp
OD HE HE
STE
going to murder her or
y! I repeat, the st
air pressure. The back of her neck
ding on the stairs, st
quick, nervous flip. She quickly suppressed it, forcing her shoulders to relax. She gave him a
an to walk do
her of his shoes clicked against the stone steps. Every step
straight t
from her. The physical proximity was overwhelming. The scent of his colo
e door of the SUV. She thought he was going to say something bit
t look at
her shoulder. His knuckles br
handle of the SUV doo
the dark interior of the car,
flat against the roof of the car
d-money chivalry. A physical barrier to ensure t
ith one foot in
d up at his hand resting on the met
nt shadow of stubble on his jaw. She could se
hysical action-the heavy, protective cage his
conds. The air between them felt thick, crac
lost its co
E HAND ON
OTECTING
ass! That is pure, su
ess partner but his bo
to her ears. Her heart hammered against
re, and scrambled into the back seat of the SUV. She slid all the
s head and shot one final, freezing glare at the camer
up most of the space. He grabbed the door hand
ting off the cameras and sealing
rom the curb, heading towar
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