n to circle her slowly, his eyes raking over her as if a

agree to that?" he finally ask

umont's only daughter. The undisputed heiress to

a feeling you hate to lose. Ensuring the Walton family fails to secur

. She saw it in the slig

se on a nearby chair. She pulled out a folded docume

tion. Her signature, clear and de

oice firm. She had spent the dark hours of the early morning arranging for

curve of her signature. A complex emotion flic

ent for a

s voice cold as steel

over Chloe, but she kept

ropping to a low, possessive growl. "I set the ru

f double doors. "Get dressed. We lea

n closet the size of a small boutique. One side was a metic

er side that m

's clothing. Gowns, dresses, casual wear. And the size

of layered chiffon. The design was hers. A sketch tucked away in a private no

st the one dress. There were at least five others hanging in a row, each o

o

culately constructed, in

rfaced. Had he been wat

seem to draw

wn. Revenge first. Ever

the rack. This one was also her design. As she slipped it on, the fabric felt alien agai

of the closet, her fa

charcoal suit making him seem even more formidable. His eyes swept over her, lingering for a second

id no

of questions raging inside h

her voice steady. "Le