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lack Bentley slid to a silent stop in front of me. The tin

ngers, was one of the biggest names in hockey. The media painted him a

e Blackburns

"How did

A faint smile touched his lips. "Seemed like a good o

. "So you're he

ened. "I'm here to interf

om Jaimen's biggest rival. I reached for the do

he Blackburn estate alone, Judith can shut you down before you get through the front

the first step, and having Gannon beside me would m

ment, then opened the pa

iron gates swung open the moment the guards recognized the Bentley. Gan

heels making a sharp, determine

ide. He wore a black suit that mad

ering on me for a moment. A barely perc

ed toward the front door.

d respectfully to Gannon, then shot me a l

ckburn, was seated on a pristine white sofa, her posture r

d on me. "You have the ner

unbuttoned his suit jacket as if he owned the place. "Judith.

s presence was clearly a shock. She forced a tig

inking into it. He crossed his legs, his posture relaxed but dangerous.

dened, jealousy and anger flashing across his fac

ssion neutral. I had no idea what his game

a, Jaimen told me everything. Young men make mistakes. For the

the rug? You want me to pretend nothi

voice dripping with condescension,

n apple from the bowl on the coffee table, tossing it lightly in

ority. "This isn't about what Estela will take. It's about what

new what Gannon-and the Farley family-repre

unt to post a public statement. It will announce the end of the engagement and state clearly that

, pointing a finger at me

ng to his feet. His tall frame cast a long sha

y on the back of my chair in a gesture of pure prote

, her eyes filled with a hatred

ut a single sharp look fro

ith ground out the words throug

e and began barking o

ere was achieved. I woul

houlder, a brief, steadying touch. "Let's go. I'll take yo

ked out of that