e? For a month? The public declaration in the terminal hadn't been a spontaneous a

a woman scorned. Nora's mind raced, trying to piece together his motives. Why now? Af

her silence a more potent dismissal than any insult. There, in a reserved spot near the exit, was a black Bentley, sleek and imposin

or and slid inside. The scent of rich leather and clea

on focused on a tablet. He didn't look up. T

eiled insults. Catherine Sinclair made her disapproval of Nora known at every r

voice tight. "Your mother do

meet hers. Instead, it dropped to her hands, w

is your

as flat, cold.

at her bare left hand. "Oh," she said, forcing

in the car dropped ten degrees. "Nora Vance," he said, his voice dangerously l

rser," she countered, falling back on the truth. "It's a safety regu

as a solid, irre

center console, his movements economical and precise. He pre

he'd given her five years ago, the one currently locked away in a safe in her apartment. A

d a s