le man...

She leaned her head back against the cool brick, the rough texture a sma

mother's number, but she'd just show up at the coffee shop or her apartment.

housand polite, judgmental conversations. The thought of another Mr. Pric

latitudes or easy advice. His quiet observation was its own f

eginning to cut through the deepening twilight. People hurried along the sidewalk, wrapped

fixation born of her own struggles. She thought of Ky

ake shape in the chaos of her mind. It was a s

a powerful man to boast about to her fri

ake

ing, exhilarating surge of adrenaline. It w

ocking onto Hunter. The despair was gone

You've been in Seacrest City for a few m

his expression

momentous, like a step off a cliff. "Who is th

's eyes, there and gone so quickly she thought sh

deration. He let the silence stret

said, his tone casual, as if discussing a local celebrity.

co' while simultaneously casting its leader as an untouchable, a

ugh. "Right. A ghost. Not very h

ure a billionaire out of thin air. But the question itself had re

was on, but he let

sked, his voice laced with concern. "Three

a warm blanket. It solidified the crazy i

id, her voice gaining strength. "

into the space between them. Her gaze was

llowed a look of thoughtful curiosity to se

at him. He was handsome, calm, and trustworthy. He was her brother's friend. And most important

ate eyes, the perfect

her lips, a reckless,