on flashed in Buxton's dark pupils. He saw the raw d

he released his bandaged hand, stood

e floor. "Pick up the chair," he ordered, h

wheelchair, and hauled it upright. She braced it while he use

nd as he exhaled, the last trace of vulnerability was extinguished from his eyes. He methodically brushed a pi

y are you standing in my house dripping wet

the wet fabric of her jacket. Her pride and her

ead up, her voice shaking but d

sand dollars. It covers my tuitio

narrowed his eyes, assessing the aud

why would I lend fifty thousand dollars to

note. I'll pay you back with my salary the secon

he wheelchair glided forward smoothly until

and. He hooked his index finger under he

ielding eyes. Something deep wit

er that day. He needed to be married by the end of the month to u

completely alone, and seemingly easy to

d to that of a corporate predator closin

ed instantly. Her shoulders

in the quiet room, "I will pay the fifty

r eyes wide with shock. She searched hi

ercial transaction. Two years. You get your tuition. I

rooms. No interference in private matters. In two years, we d

circuited. A contrac

r toward Mr. Henderson flashed in her mind. Then Ang

or starving on the streets without a degree, the cold

ared directly into Buxton's da

, his gaze as calm

ides. Her nails bit into her flesh. Her throat

ea

orner of Buxton's mouth. He pressed a butt