nt glass walls of the JFK arrivals hall, castin

rd the private underground elevator, listening with

t in the air

flow, a faint, unmistakable scent of natura

ead sharply toward

woman in a khaki trench coat. A bright, unguarded sm

o roared back into his mind-the flushed cheeks, the

ears, the Wall Street shark

lue pupils contracted violentl

s he

. His right hand rose, fingers spread

staring in shock at his

What's

osed the distance, her trench coat fluttering

who had dared leave two hundred and fifty dollars on hi

an an inch from the buckle

eight and sidestepped him as if maneuvering around an inanimate

missed you

ood frozen, his hand hanging empty in midair as she thre

past Fulton's bespoke leather shoes, hugging the other wom

arley shrank back, cold sweat drenching his

ngers curled into a fist, his kn

ch, his gray-blue ga

ing over Fulton's tailored suit and icy expression. A flicker of confusion crossed her face-something about that sharp, cold profile felt familiar,

hand and spoke in a c

Sorry for getti

ed arms with her companion and walked

s teeth ground together. He sp

t every single piece of inf