d the coffee table. She spread her arms, tryi

Alistair, her voice cracking. "She's playing a long-con!

abbing Beatrice's arm. "St

ently shook h

arkened into a terrifying scowl. Th

rice," Donovan warned. His voi

ce's frantic, protective display. Words would never convince

novan's massive, protective arm aside. She

one waited to see how Josie would defen

ed her gaze to Alistair and Eleanor. Her

he money," Josie stated calmly.

ook a full second for the sheer impos

angry momentum was completely d

orward, her hands shaking. "Josie... do

ir. His eyes narrowed into sharp slit

ith my husband. Even if it's

listair. "A family must

hing hitched sharply. A tidal wave of co

ers, the brutal, bone-breaking physical labor. The idea of his delica

denly stepp

his fingers securely around Josie's delicate

wife in private," Donovan

e, he gently but firmly pulle

to be led away. She left the open lockbox

ed money. Her core argument su

ogether in silent prayer. Alistair looked at the lockbox, t

nd-floor hallway. His grip on h

edroom. The room was chaotic, filled with

oak door behind them. The latch clicked