dawn, leaving the Manhattan skylin

disaster of tangled Egyptian cotton sheets. The faint scent of cr

g aches that radiated through every bone in her body. H

used, her heart s

ssively across her bare waist, anchoring her

ompletely even. In the soft morning light, his razor-sharp jawline and

s, the overwhelming weight of his body, her desperate pl

her lower lip so hard she tasted iro

, taking hold of the heavy wrist draped over her

ep, his jaw tightening slightly as if displeas

till under. She rolled off the other side of the matt

the floor. She had to grip the edge of the

watch beside a pair of black-and-gold cufflink

re to know. The only thing consuming her mind was r

ing gown lying shredded on the car

d inside, grabbed a long, charcoal-black cashmere overcoat fr

old woods and expensive tobacco. It

silhouette on the bed, Gidget pulled open the hea

iting elevator and pre

ed her ghost-pale face. Her neck and collarbon

caping down her cheeks. "Forget it... Conway is still

, breezing past the concierge and disappearin

he massive bed on th

s eyes sn

lethal, turbulent fury when his hand reached

ht years, Ezequiel Finch was sle

s gaze dropping to the c

mear of crimson s

ely clear-no hives, no swelling, no trace of the neur

d touched him for an entire night, and he

That crying, fierce girl who had begged for m

bedside landline and

icy, and lethal. "Lock down all

ef personal assistant, Owen Foster, s

ing on a dark silk robe, and walked over to th

his thumb aggressively rubbing his signet ring. "Tear

stood,

y glint of silver on the carpet n

nd picked up t

hair clip. Engraved near the hi

ting the sharp edge press deep into his palm.