nature on the life-support transfer form burned into her retinas. A v

pocket. He adjusted his bespoke suit jacket, looking down at

celain clinking softly against the saucer. "Be

gle, reaching for a fresh macaron. "

snapped the last remainin

age. Chloe lunged forward. She bypassed Victor entirely, her h

yanked her violently

ed, her manicured hands slap

s face inches from her own. Chloe's eyes we

es a single hair on her head. If her heart rate drops for even one second because of a billing issue. I will come back h

shattered on the floor. "Vic

lently hurled her backward. Chloe hit the flo

e foyer. "Get out! Get back to the Montgome

ip with the back of her hand. She didn't look at Victor. She didn't look at Vivian. She ke

stopped. The desperation was gone, replace

her voice eerily cal

he rage that had just consumed her. She walked out of the sunroom, her bare, bleeding feet leaving faint re

air smelled strongly of we

veway. As she rounded the tall hed

ht-iron gates of the Hayes estate

window hummed as it

ested on the window ledge, his hand encased in a black leather glov

dn't look surprised to see her. He looked like a man

dropped into a

ose. He had tracked her cab here, waiting outside while she went in to get her heart broken and her

humiliation washed over her. S

the knife to her

ced her legs to move. She walked toward the idlin

om the front seat. He opened the re

. She bent down and s

e, masculine scent of cedarwood and cold rain immediately invaded her lungs. She

d surr