was sharp in the silent ho

She had been sitting in the

d stopped, his form a dark silhouette

dark? It's creepy." His voice was

him the scent of expensive cologne, whiskey, and som

nt. She re

ystle said. Her own voice s

ng to the wet bar to pour a glass of water. "I w

s if remembering a chore, he reached into the p

out an Her

s still attached. He threw it ont

. For

ame one he used wh

tiful, intricate design, but it was crumpled i

waiting all night? A piece of ch

ound the cool, smooth fabric. She didn'

ritate him. He hated thi

't like it?" The question was an ac

first time. The adoration he was used to seeing was gone.

, her voice flat. She folded the scarf in

ase in his eyes. He dismissed it as fatigue. Wi

room door close. The sou

d why she hadn't slept. He hadn't come to the gues

S. two weeks ago. In those two weeks, Damion had barely be

rash can, staring down at the

e breakfast as she always did.

r plate, and left

b" at Sharpe Industries. He had arranged the meaningless administrat

to hide her real work, was no

through the living room, her eyes fel

up and put i

f the wealthy suburb and toward the downtow

the windshield, but it brought

phone and opened a financial news

ntist, returning from overseas with groundbreaking research. Dana Warr

Dana's confident, elegant fac

efore: "I support valuable talent." On his sca

sed the accelerator, merging int

e Industries when her colleague, Amy, leaned o

b our company is funding just got a ne