e said, her voice light and conversational. "Were you just discussing my bakery? I'd be happy to s

looked Halle up and down, her eyes filled with scorn. "You should spend less time baking and more tim

ab again. Their

," she mused, tapping a finger against the glass. "I find my position quite secure. Unlike Sinclair Jewelers' lates

ace. The plagiarism rumors had been h

ding behind a powerful man," Chelsea

like Mr. Edwards provide me with shelter." She leaned in slightly, her voice dropping to a conspirator

cade shattered. With a cry of rage, she lost al

are talk to

al and immediate-took over. She twisted her body, her

r hit th

her back from the brink. She was hauled flush against a hard, u

. In its place was a cold, murderous rage that made the air crackle. His eye

lle, his voice dange

inger at the now-petrified Chelsea. "Chelsea Sinclair," she sa

He didn't raise his voice. He didn't have to. He spoke to the assi

ise tomorrow, I don't want to hear th

as brutally clear. The rumors were wrong. Damien Edwards di

like she was ab

d up at Damien, her brow furrowed in genuine concern. "Wo