Manhattan traffic. The city's neon lights wa

d Hudson families would unite against her. They would freez

eded a

at both families would

in her mind: A

ho never appeared on the covers of business magazines

black hole of classified operations. A power bro

a man like that was like dancing with

e car toward an address known

n the top floor of a skyscraper, a se

A valet opened her door respectfully. Her status

vator, which ascended sm

t, opulent space with a breath

ery person there was at the ape

s glances. News of the drama at her

es and walked straight to

lcohol to steady herself

inally, in the most secluded

tom-tailored suit that did little to hide the formidable build

entire focus was on polishing a

ed to surround him. No

h, picked up her glass, an

had brought from her apartment

heels sinking silently

lt like placing a bet in the hi

ch. The motion of his hand polishi

wk's, his dark pupils seemi

of him, meeting his gaze

he low table between them. It

, her voice clear and st

ched her, his expression unreadab

where else but here. "I need a husband. For one