the full-length mirror, the scarlet Valentino gown pooled at her

e murmured to her reflecti

s soul screamed in sile

second skin, the vibrant red a stark contrast to her dark hair. It

ectral eyes in despai

ose. Keenan was by the window, a thin stream o

m instantly turned to ice. The lazy indifference in his

ious, twirled.

long strides, he was in front of her. His hand shot out an

in Cheyenne's eyes. "Ke

d. The name was a gun

or drained from her cheeks, leaving her

terrible surge of vindication ris

eyenne stammered, trying to wren

she stumbled, landing in a heap on the sofa. He loomed over h

e bit out, his voice a low, menacing growl. "I remember her scre

pure venom. "Fine! Yes! I'm Cheyenne! So what? Your

ted his cufflinks, once again the untouchable businessman. "If you want to be

ared at him

keyboard. He pulled up a credit card statement. "Her last charge was to a p

loser. It was the down p

one, dialed the clinic,

ient," he said, his voice

patient information... but let me check. Ms. Walter... yes, she was sc

ere white. For the first time since this nightmare began, a crac

f incident?"