ore the deadline. Dark circles shadowed her eyes, but

m for twenty-four hours was momentarily banked by a grudging respect. He had given her an impossible

hed it

said, standing up.

r? It's not on

eeting with Grossman from Apex Dyn

ion-dollar deals were made on manicured greens. Clarice quickly changed into the busine

nd eyes that roamed over Clarice's body with a proprietary air. She

gaze lingered too long, the way he leaned in too clo

few holes. Grossman kept trying to draw Clari

tes, Miss Reynolds," he said with a wink. "Y

jaw cl

a bottle to Clarice. As she took it, he deliberately brushed

ack as if she'd been burned

our hands to yourself," she

, sweetheart. Working for a hard-ass like Sinclair can

inished th

histling past his ear. A golf ball, traveling at an impossible speed, s

ling backward, his fac

lub from a full, powerful swing. He looked u

aid, his voice dangerously sof

lan walked over to Clarice, placing himself between her and the terrified clien

locked on Grossman. "She is an employee of the Sinc

mbling, began to

d felt moments before were replaced by a sudden, overwhelming sense of safety. It was a feeling so foreig

had been watching from a distance. "Get legal on the phone. We are te

said, already pull

ut... the contract! It's w

re contempt. "The Sinclair Group," he said, his voice

ce, he turned to Cla

her legs feeling

cenery blur past the window, her mind replaying the scene o

enched in his lap. He told himself he had been defending a compan

llied in the workplace, stand up for yourself bravely no matter the occasion-the

heard him speak at such length. "Thank you, M

thinks she's develo