His Heir, Her Secret

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ve never been blindsided by one in a d

ewarm coffee, and praying no one noticed the stain on my blouse from Leo's jell

ting nervously around the boardroom. "He'll be overseein

I looked up. And

like he owned it-which,

en W

im as Luke-the man who kissed me under a Tuscan sunset, who made me laugh li

e left me with something far m

looked different-taller somehow, broader, sharper around the edges. His dark

his

those

ld. Calc

st beautiful thi

the warmth of a panther selec

ossed his face-confusion, maybe? Recogniti

e deeper than I remembered. "I'm not here to shak

able, precisely where he be

dn't b

er me? But he didn't say a word.

I heard none of it. The walls felt like they were closing in. The roo

us, I bolted-too fast, too

jogging toward the elevator, wi

sl

fr

me-quiet, commanding,

away, hands in his pockets, watching me like he

he said, head tilting

. "I-I don'

lt like I was being dissected

ive,"

ning. Not unkind. Just... inte

be mistaken. P

't. "What's

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sting the sound of it

turned and stepped insi

sed, I met his g

face. That past

t I had never

the bathroom

I sat down and pressed a hand to my

naire. CEO. Tech tit

this h

d never see him again. That what we had was just a

Flesh and blood. St

h his eyes and no i

ep. His tiny hand clutched my fingers, his lashes long and dark against h

ld I, when I didn't know who Lucien Wolfe really was until recently-u

aching out. A hundre

hest man in the country that you

red? That you didn't know if he'd want

was being rippe

as h

o hard to bury was clawin