nt hum. When she finally started the engine, something inside

tate, she drove straight to "A

for a boutique hotel was being threatened. The contractor they'd

tation and, with the threat of a massive

ear, his expression haggard. He was her partner, the one person w

s he hung up. "Foster isn't taking my calls. Their lawyer'

trying to pin all the blame on us so he ca

... it has investment backing from the Whita

"Colton, I'm not with him anymore." She didn't say the

s concern genuine. "I just... I can'

held a warmth she hadn't

ntact our lawyer. Prepare for a fight. And gather every de

eiling window of his CEO office. He'd just finished a video conference an

. He'd acquired the property years ago. He knew

ion for a bored wife. In two years

he saw a familiar Porsche Tayca

row. Wasn't she supposed to

her emerge from the buil

r. A playboy who coasted on his family's name i

f earnest concern. He reached out, as if to touch

over Kara's shoulders. She was only wearing a thin cashm

t, then she gave him a small, ti

mate. Protective. The man's tenderness, the woman's smile.

around his coffee mug. H

iquid sloshing over the rim,

a raw, unfamiliar fire roaring to life in

the divorce so easily. She alrea

again. The words now

o Colton. She handed the jacket back

k, watching until her car w

cracking against the marble. He jabbed the button o

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