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ving the screaming paparazzi eating dust. Inside the cabin, the soundpr

, shaky breath. The adrenaline crashed. I reached up and pulled the

om the crystal decanter, and handed one to me. I took the glass. Th

ou," I w

lue diamond on my left hand. "That ring stays on your

tone and nodded. "What are the ex

oted couple. In private, we do not interfere with each other. You will have

ury building on Billionaire's Row. We stepped into a private

ight, the head butler, stood in the gran

ly. "Your custom walkin closet and t

head and looked at Blake, my b

e media pays well for leaks. To ensure the staff doesn't sel

stomach tightened, but I for

erst

, unobstructed view of Central Park. A sudden, piercing chill crawled up my spine, raising the fine hairs on my arm

ately from European boutiques. This wasn't a rush job. I didn't want to assume the worst, but the evidence was there:

clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms. The man I had just married was not just a shield; he was a man who had perhaps bee

wore a dark grey bathrobe, the Vneck hanging open, exposing the hard, muscular lines of his chest. The sterile, untouchable aura he had in the hall was gone. The air in the roo

s screen. He tapped the r

I have mild insomnia.

es were coiled tight as springs. He reached over and killed the main light

. But the room was so quiet I could hear

around me like a blanket. It grounded me. I closed my eyes. The freezing memories

face. He lifted his hand and traced the curve of my cheek in the empty air, inches from my skin. "We