he black Mayb

eavy authority. His bespoke charcoal suit clung perfectly to h

as freezing, a physical wall of ice

ftover trauma from a life she had already lived. She dug her fingernails into t

the passenger side. He clutched a black leather briefca

smile and rushed down the steps. "Karson, darling

ina's hands grasp empty air. "The morning briefing ran long," he said.

aiming her embarrassment at Hazel. "If we hadn't wasted so much

s dark, piercing eyes finally landed on

's glare terrified her. She buried her face deep into

He hated noise. He lifted his wrist, checking his Pate

He hadn't nodded. He treated her like a p

e dismissal had crushed her. N

her voice carrying clearly in the dead silence of the drive

ned, becoming heav

almost imperceptible smirk t

ectly normal, conversational volume. "Don't worry, sw

d choked on his own saliva. He pounded his chest, his

eath of air. "Are you insane? How dare

s cane into the gravel to maintain his stern compo

which had been adjusting his s

slowly. His eyes

hur stopped coughing and held his

Karson's lethal gaze, widening her eyes slightl

ked visibly beneath his skin. He despised bei

tely forbade him from standing in a driveway and arguing

nose. He swallowed the rage, turned on his heel,

orehead. He shot Hazel a look of pure, unadu

again, but Sterling waved his ha

na's head. "See? Nothing to

e heavy door open. Hazel ducked her head, shielding

door shut, a figure stepped out from the

ter-in-law, holding the hand