nwich. Johnathan drove with one hand on the wheel, the o

uld be firm, reminding her of her place, of all he provided for her. Then, when she was sufficiently chastened

n for him. Quinn and Danielle were waiting on the steps

ed, striding past them

r she said all those crazy things last night, she just

faltered. "Gone? What do yo

d, placing a hand on his arm.

hem and took the stairs two at a time. He

stacks of art history books on her nightstand, her laptop on the desk, the portfolio of architectural sketches she was always working

using? He realized with a jolt that he had no idea. He didn't know if she had another apartment, a storage unit, anything. H

rp with a panic he refused to acknowledge

their heads, t

enly seeming transparent and false. He sat in his car, the engine s

d. Sloane Knight.

calm, reasonable. "Sloane, it's Johnathan Lancaster. I

was pure venom. "Johnathan Lan

ame is Giovanna. Only the people she permits get to call her '

business. All you need to know is that she is

again, I will file a restraining order so

ne wen

hone, his knuckles white.

Playing hard to get. She needed him.

ate viewing room of a SoHo art gall

was curled on a white line

ace. "That was satisfying." She then launched into a perf

na didn't look angry or h

eep, genuine laugh that seemed to come from her very sou

She leaned her head back, closing her eyes and taking a deep, slow breath. The a

I can final

She knew, with an absolute certainty that settled deep in her bones, tha