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penthouse as I walked off my red-eye flight and pushed open the master bedr

e gowns his PR team had bought to dress me up when needed. Instead, I c

n money and my toiletries, leaving the jewelry boxes beari

resolute face in the mirror and slowly slid the heavy

y side on the cold marble surface, pressing my Bruins s

I passed Jaiden's closed bedroom door, wh

e wood panels. Then I turned away without

off the gilded cage that had trapped me for seven

to a quiet estate in the Boston suburbs-the priv

ass sunroom. Christena sat in a rattan chair, readin

oat latte I had bought o

I'm back," I

her sharp eyes examin

egenerative medicine to play housewife for a hockey play

asic data model on soft-tissue regeneration I had written on the plane last night, and slid it across th

stern expression softened as she picked up

off her glasses

ce open all these years, Emilia. Come back and p

inking back the sud

et business hotel downtown, sat at the desk, and logged i

Norto

ut of the bedroom of my Montreal hotel suite. Candice

as completely blank. There was no customary good-morning text from Emili

to the table. She was obviously throwing a tantrum

and my personal assistant ste

stadium security mentioned that Mrs. Norton ca

silk tie. My brows furrowed s

ely. "With her docile temper, she'l

nd someone to

delivered to the penthouse," I instructed, buttoning my cuffs. "Tha

itated, looking d

orton isn't at the penthouse, and her person

I pinched the bridge of my no

plementary credit cards immediately. Let's see how long

strode out the suite door