una paced back and forth on the expensive

ded, his voice tight. "To provoke him like

t back, her voice raw. "Hansen Industries was ne

, his voice rising. "You don't spit in their

saw the exhaustion on her father's face, the deep lines of worry that hadn't been there in her first life, n

ice suddenly calm and steady. "One week, and I will bring you proof that Hansen's he

vering conviction in her eyes. He sighed, running a hand thr

omise settling on her shoulders. She collapsed o

ling her. It was her be

ul over the sound of cheering crowds and thundering hooves. "I'm at the ch

bled into her pillow. "I'm n

conspiratorial whisper. "I have some gossip about the

y. Any information, any intel on

e said, already swingin

he Hamptons Polo Club. The sun was bright, the champagne was flowi

g a dozen pairs of eyes on her. The news of her confro

around her. "You look like hell, but in a chic, powerful way," she declared,

mile. "Where's this info

ear. First, champagne." She l

gure in white riding breeches, preparing to m

mile lit up his face. He tipped his ridin

ned. She gave a curt nod

brother has been asking about you nonstop sin

said firmly. "And I'm not lo

u're both," Etta quipped, but she saw the

oss the field, mallets cracking against the ball. Preston was a skil

Hansen was supposed to play today. He cancelled at the last minute. My dad's source on his secur

s blood

ncial assault was underway. An