ng brownstone. Two men built like refrigerators stood guard at the

pproached the entrance. As expect

e club,

bserving. The front door was a fortre

nce on the side of the buil

ine. "I just saw a man leave a suspicious package in the guest parking

s a usef

the service entrance were redeployed to the parking lot. In the

wood, leather, and old money. She ignored it, h

," she said, her tone lea

sity, pointed wordlessly toward a

, pushed the door

expensive suits were lounging on leather sofas. And in th

versation to a halt. Every e

settling back into a cold, hard mask. But she sa

path. He let out a low whistle. "Well, well. Look what w

amian's only real friend. In her pa

right through him

u to the curb, so now you're trying to sink your claws into Dami? I

smile touching her lips. "Mr. Hayes, whatever is b

udacity. He was used to women f

stopping at the low t

his blue eyes unreadable. He was wai

nd a clean glass. She poured a generous amount,

lence, she threw her head back and down

coughing violently, tears springing to her eyes. But she f

ulian muttered, s

was clear and strong. "You dragged me from my own wedding. You locked me in your apartm

room crackled

t, his tall frame casting a long shadow over her. He stepped to

at her, his eyes a frozen sea, search