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ns, and Range Rovers until she spotted Grant leaning against the ho

from his lips, dropped it onto the gravel, and crushed i

se as he straightened up. "What was that f

st the warm hood of the car. "And your grandfather's friend, Rhett, just wiped the

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htly open, letting out a low, appr

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sea wind whipping loose dark strands across her lips as

uiet, vibrating cadence. "What was the one thi

family ties to the he

a sharp, brilliant, una

anhattan acting untouchable just because she has to curtsy to a

is eyes widening in sudde

. Stop right there. Do not speak whatever l

apels of Grant's heavy coat, her dar

to marry E

ed silence. Then, with exaggerated clinical gravity, he reached

The wind off the Sound has cau

e? Jordy sold three years of devotion just to grovel before a generational elder. Fine. I will marry the man at the very top. I'm going to beco

th both hands, groaning i

redator who swallows conglomerates before breakfast! You don't even know what he look

ing her temple with a gloved finger, her confid

oroughly lost. "W

circle. He knows the calendar, he knows the personal quirks, he knows what kind of social climbers the big boss despises. I am going t

just proposed launching an amate

an's most lethal executive to help you

er leather gloves with immense, triu

one pillar supporting the VIP portico, an obsidian-black M

passenger window was low

e sat with his long legs crossed, an unlit Dunh

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sheer, terrified awe, visibly sweating through his bespoke collar, wondering if h

d rumbled through the dar

was l

from deep in his chest that sent a

rolling over the syllables with slow, predatory delight.

the Dunhi

s, illuminating the completely captivat

he tinted glass at the fierce, beautiful girl in the scarlet coat who w

manded, his voice s

Mr.

et said, the corners of his carved lips curving into an irresistible, linge

adjusting his spectacl

Grant an energetic shove toward

o Oyster Bay. Operation A

the 911 as Ivy slid into the pass

ring as it shot through the iron gates and

bach slid upward with a quiet hiss, seali

chin in his hand, his eyes half-closed as the image

red softly. "Bac