er Blackwood was the kind of man people whispered about in boardrooms and society pages. The brilliant, ruthless heir to the Blackwood fortune who'd transformed his father's already imp

the slight scar above his left eyebrow, and could feel the heat radia

an Alexander Blackwood's disdain. "I'm important enough that you'

pointments. Those

cutting funding to the Mercy General children's wing. The same children's wing that your company has supported for

aw tighten almost imperceptibly. "Business deci

sentiment. T

hisper. "Your brother received surgery in that wing, didn't he? Three ye

nder Blackwood hadn't built his empire by overlooking detai

e contact sent electricity shooting up her arm, and from the way his pupils dilated slightly, sh