andro

ed through,like a cornered animal. My hand

, filled with a wariness, w

n orphan adopted by the Guy family, and the

urled around the handkerchief I'd jus

e stretched on, I underst

car pulled away smoothly, melting into t

t jacket and draped i

looked up at me, her eyes wid

. I just spoke to my dri

ulled the jacket tighter around herself and buried her face

my lashes, I watched her. Her dress was torn at the hem. Her ankles were red and

Julian Hayes. Look into the Guy family and Stephenson Group. All

repeated the n

warmth of the car and the weight of the jacket finally made her feel safe. Her h

anned across my neck. My

ark against her pale skin, fluttering in her sleep. I hel

se crossed his face behind his glasses, but he was a pro

woman this close. Bu

ak past the window. A plan was beginning t

are. Her body twitched, and a smal

to soothe her, but I stopped it mid-

hifting my weight to let her re

op in the private garage ben

ke her. I opened my door, leaned over,

et slipped from her shoulders, revealing

he private elevator, st

behind me, opening th

ntly laid her down on the soft, king-

er sleeping face. That strange, unsettling pull I'd fel

, closing the door quietly

here immediately," I ordered. "And get so

ded. He never a

poured myself a glass of whisk

nor

wouldn't let