in the armchair, his face ashen, his hands trembling sligh

red, staring blankly at the

from ice. Watching him crumble, her mind i

ing a cheap, stained uniform, being berated by a red-faced executive. The executive had screamed at him, calling him

lexis her card. She had spent three years shaping that raw clay. She had taught him how to walk, how

decided it didn't need

s chest hardened into

the door shatte

perfectly tailored navy suit, his dark hair swept back, his features aristocratic and refined. He t

an Cromwell.

and without a word, he picked up her black cashmere coat from the back of the sofa and dra

in here? It's cold." He reached up and ruffled her hair, a familiar,

The tension that had been gripping her spine since she walk

ooking up at him. "Wha

tone leaving no room for argument. "A

spike of jealousy pierced through his shock. Who the hell was this guy? The way he touched he

or the first time. His eyes were polite, but the look w

d with a curt nod. "Congr

ith a mix of embarrassment and anger. He looked l

softening instantly. "Let's go. Don't waste

s Alexis's face. He was the

coat, preparing to leave with

e to stop himself. The jealousy w

exis over her shoulder. Her eyes were empty, as if she w

He stepped closer to Blair, placing one arm securel

is voice dropping low and sharp.