and Megan had left a bitter taste in her mouth, but it had also

r ten minutes before spotting a space, only to have a sleek Mercedes cut her off and steal it. Frustrated, she parked in

en, violent downpour soaked through her suit in seconds. No umbrell

from the parking authorit

wn her face. A choked, hysterical laugh escaped

glided to the curb in front of her. It sent a wa

zed the lic

ave ended. He was leaving.

shame could stop her, she ran. She threw herself off the curb an

tires hissing on the wet paveme

faced man leaned out, ready to shout. A

er in,

avy door open and scrambled inside, b

ack against the plush leather seat, eyes closed. He looked like he was re

on the expensive carpe

... amused. "Miss Reynolds," he said, his voice a low, smooth baritone. "

membered last night. Her desper

a side compartment and tossed a thick cashmere blanket into her la

rapping the soft fabric aro

what happened last night." His to

at her pride. But pride was a lu

words out. "I'm sorry. Last nig

steady. "So you stopped my car in the

n, exposing the desperation underneath. She knew there wa

breath and

d your

against the roof, sealing them in their own private world. He leaned forw

. "I can provide that. But you'll need to prove your sin