lia

d smoothed down my simple black dress. Then, with my

block my path. "I'm sorry, m

rd from my wallet. "I'm Emilia," I sa

immediately stepped aside and opened the d

as filled with Chicago's sports and business elite. It was

olding a champagne flute, acting every bit the lady of the m

hrough the crowd. Whispers

ilia? What is

. The tabloids were all a

brow instantly furrowed. Soph

straight to the bar and

shock of red hair making him stand out. He watched me with

. "Looks like tonight's a

sip of the whiskey. The burn w

her voice a venomous hiss. "Emilia, what are you

t my voice level, but loud enough for those nearby to hear. "As Blake's

e a bomb. The whispers around us g

hed. "But... you'r

I started walking toward Blake, the crowd parting for me like the Re

front of him, at the v

blazing with a si

ld the divorce agreement out to him. "Sign it. Then you can

ir mouths agape. A public divorce demand at a victory

mage of the returning sweetheart, the rightful queen, shattered into a

red at me, his voice low and dangerous. "

more sure of anyt

he red-haired Ranger, Rhys Beaumon

as gone, replaced by shock, then confusion,

the papers a little closer

spered, my voice unwave