lf against his shoulders. The scent of dark cedar, tobacco, and expensive b

hing for leverage on the rug, but his arm

Annabel." His voice rumbled through hi

ontrolled despite the sudden spike in her p

h the velvet of her dress, right against the curve of he

corridor outside, followed by the hurried footsteps o

er effortlessly with him. He turned his back to the main entrance, pushed through a hidden

iately, carrying the crisp ch

he wind caught the th

and draped it over her shoulders. The dark wool retained his bo

osed by tall panes of reinforced safety glass. Below them, the

er from his pocket to spark a fresh cigar. The blue flame lit up t

ietly, exhaling a plume

g, her hands clutching the l

a row of industrial dumpsters in th

e kissed her with desperate, clumsy ferocity. Jaylynn's head was thrown back against the glass,

es held no sorrow, no heartbreak-only the absolute,

ing into slits. He thought of the legal envelope his assistant had

ance papers?" His voice was cold as ice wat

laugh. She turned her head, meeting

watch them climb all the way to the top of the tower

, the wind whipping loose strands

that revenge shou

ul face, his jaw tightening as a dangerous,

o the stone tiles, crush

nds planting firmly on the glass railing on either side

his face dipping down until his lips hovered a fraction

n let out another

ted her chin, leaned up on her toes, and closed th

s fingers tangling into her dark hair as he pulled her in, kissing her with