ack into their leather booth, sla

e table. "Who the hell is that? He looks like

alcohol hit her stomach. "I met him in London a year

l radar began to spin. She tapped her

"And his name is Yannis.

ecause the opportunities there dried up,"

new it! Kelsi, I am a genius. He is the textbook

. "What makes

y. "Did you look at his clothes? That leather jacket was gorgeous. The cut was perfect.

had been close enough to smell the leather and cedarwood

that mean?"

declared triumphantly. "He bought one expensive jacket years ago a

but Kelsi found her

his eyes when he said that? There was this flash of... defeat. He's probably incredibly talented, but the art

. It explained the contradiction in him-the arrogant, powerful way he carri

was so handsome, so clearly intelligent, yet he was str

r it? A hot, tragic artist is the perfect rebound. And the

f my engagement this morning. I am not looking for a rebound, es

image of Yannis's dark

orner of the VIP lounge, Augus

nd one of Augustus's oldest friends,

, eyeing him curiously. "I saw you talkin

ip of his drink. He di

her? That's Kelsi Owens. She's engaged to Jeb

slow, calculating sweep of the room before lock

't have a

halfway to his mouth.

estion. "How well do yo

enough. We run in the same circles. See her at par

ne leaving no room for argument. "Specifically, I need to know exactly wh

ight, consider it done. But I have to ask... careful, that's

violent and absolute. His mind drifted back to that gallery in London a year ago. She had thought he was just a struggling artist featured in the exhibit. She didn't know he had bou

er Chase. He d