on the ground floor. Chris

stop

shade of lavender so pale it was almost gray, and her hand was resting on the concierge desk as though she owne

drawl, the one old money stopped using manners for back in the eig

he duffel bag. "I'm leaving. I'm

he slow, surgical precision of someone appraising livestock. "With that. How nostalgic. Is that fr

ut of

. "You don't get to embarrass this family by walking out in the middle of the night with a gym bag. Whatever little tantrum you're throwing, you

ago, when she said yes to Brendon's proposal. In exchange for a last name that opened door

me fuck her best friend on a hote

n said, "I saw them tonight at the St. Regis. If yo

gh a rapid series of micro-expressions. Shock

, the performatory outrage replaced by

n said

ou saw something you couldn't possibly have seen. The lighting, the champagne, your overactive imagination. Now you're trying

kin swinging from one arm, her phone still pressed to her ear. She had just gotten off the plane when she received a message from Christen

rom her," A

te family matter, Ms. Kearney. You

Constance in her Louboutins. She looked down at the older woman with

ould be delighted to unseal. And you just physically obstructed my client from leaving a building, which is unlawful imprisonment under Secti

ent white. Not wit

hen my son is done with you, you won't have a di

ts stay buried forever. Otherwise, I wouldn't be so sure about

r completely. She slapped Christen across the

k. Christen's gaze was calm, carrying a trace of resentment. She walked past C

ling sat beside her, saying nothing. The streetlights swept over th

ight the divorce

been waiting three years for yo