e steps of the portico. She could feel the faint, damp tremor in his

ice too low for anyone else to

e way to introduce you," he said, his ey

them off, and clear the way fo

her name sounded coming from Avery's

ugh the serene afternoon quiet.

r too fast. It executed a perfect, tire-squealing drift, swinging it

of the arrival made

rse under his breath. "What is he doing b

Avery

n and a long leg, encased in a p

e turning to ice. "Brodie. The Stan

man who now leaned against the car. He didn't get out right away. He took his time

tective gesture that was purely for show. "Stay away from him,"

her attention fixed on the si

g, a history of chaos he had no intention of sharing with a hired actress. But for A

night before his b

ones. A cold dread, sharp and sickenin

lted on its axis. She couldn't he

oke into the twilight air. The fading sun carved his profile

art felt like it had been seized by an icy

ible. The world isn't this s

him. He glanced down. "What's w

legs felt like they were abo

em. His eyes, dark and penetrating, swep

very

st six months running from. The nig

as B