library clicked shut, sealing out

unlit hearth, still wrapped in Clayton's massive suit jacket.

s of single malt scotch into a crystal tumbl

" he asked, t

, her eyes red-rimmed b

ont of everyone? You could

Persian rug toward her. "In my world, a

planting both hands on the arms of her chair and

last night, I have no intention of letting anothe

ed back agains

mily! The engagement is over. I have nothing

to do w

humb and forefinger, forcing her to l

tated with brutal precision. "Your father's company went through liquidation. Your family townhouse on the

d her eyes shut, hot tears spilling down her cheeks. He

ilence. Gavin stepped ins

He refuses to sign the surrender of the port l

d her chin and

g him

esigner clothes covered in gravel and dirt. Two guards held him

darting frantically to Darlene. "You think you won? You want the port? Yo

atch strap, not even b

e the standing

ce cracking with desperation. "Disputed commercial territory between h

brow f

, and Demario has spent years racing

"The abandoned coastal industrial strip. If you win, I sign over the port an

ped to her feet, her voice trembling with r

right hand, cutting

ng smile spread

ne, and a woman who already belongs to me?

lack key fob for a Ferrari track car, and tossed it

rio. At midnight, I will pu

backward, his hysterical laug

y fell sil

rabbing Clayton's forearm

t racing gets people killed! Why w

nd her waist and pulling her against

inst her jaw, tilting her face up. "D

s lips hovering

to understand one thing: what I claim

abruptly, turnin

at midnight," he ordere