e burn in his throat a welcome distraction. He neede

hed him, his expr

t firm. "Miss Vance felt it was important to

n't know philanthropy if it bit him on the ass. This

's motivations are her own. She

m touched by her concern for my brother's... image." He pushed away from t

Miss Vance's executive aide, Mr. Hayes. And I wo

ct only for the chosen ones, like Liam?" He was tired, humiliated, and the a

le, the Hamptons mansions blurring past. He ended up at an exclusive, dimly lit nightclu

ered another drink, and tried

him, or perhaps it was just a coincidence. But then he saw her. Sera. Still in he

face. "Well, brother, drowning your sorrows? Can't s

Liam," Ethan said

nefactor?" Liam gestured vaguely. "Or rather,

but Ethan could feel her eyes on him.

" Ethan said. "Something you

for someone who just came into a lot of money, you sti

han felt his control slipping. He stood up

ke sure my brother doesn't do anything foo

slightly. "Ethan, per

ke a good little boy? While you two cel

tended. A few heads turned. Lia

to Sera, his voice suddenly soft, concerned. "Sera, da

flicker of that same adoration Ethan had seen at t

n Ethan's gut. He felt a surge of fury, so intense it almost choked him. He was