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t O'Hare was a bustling stream of

an ostentatious Versace suit with a massive gold tie clip, checking his Patek Philippe wa

ant sign printed in bold black lette

been standing here for twenty minutes! If I knew Chloe Parrish was going to drag her pa

m his brow. "Mr. Garrison, p

thick glasses and oversized wool sweaters! A complete wallflower! Now she crawls back from Paris as an abandoned singl

away, crossing my a

gged my trench coat. Her crystal-clear vo

lding your name! Is he the tacky

d nostrils, ready to lash out at the child, but the mom

h fell open so wide he lo

, plain girl he remembe

h waves of dark hair, and flawless porcelain skin. My tailored black dress accentu

y body, an oily, undisguised hunger

h an unctuous grin. "I have to admit, Chloe... Pari

us man. I'm still willing to marry you and give that kid of yours a respectable name. All you have to do i

ng laugh esc

king sharply against the marble floor. "

mile faltered. "W

ichard push me out. Alistair BioTech will never belong to you, and if you ever dare approach my daughter again, the

as a corpse, stumbl

e, Mr. Garrison,

ast him into the crisp Chicago morning, l

rated in my

anced at the glowing s

care-it was always because he wanted something or had an agenda to push. Declan had probably run straight to him to co

my lips as the scre