. Nancy picked at her food, her throat f

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he screen. His

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ere was no apology in

e a taxi bac

ther's house, leaving his wife alone at t

r face. The humiliation was hot

d to the table, her voice shaking but cl

e table. His old, sharp eyes lingered on

ore minutes. Then

ate. It had started to ra

a car. She needed air. She walked to th

y, her body expelling the rest of the toxins and the stress. To any onlooker

o the apartment and c

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bastian was a chaos agent, a man who thriv

over a thumping bass line.

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, Nancy. He's trying

aid bitterly. "She's

't do 'messy'. You're the wife. It's your job. Besides, his security detail is stuck in traffic on

s. Fiona took the ca

ming,"

d the keys to the black Range Rover kept in the garag

ulian in a private booth. He was slumped sideways, his

ting across from

Sebastian sneered. "Traf

him. She wal

, shaking his shou

s. They were unfo

en his face twisted. "L

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n't expecting it. She stumbled back. Her hip

ug into her

-sharp and

er stomach. She doubled o

med. He saw the way she protect

asted like copper. Please be

en up. She grabbed Julian's ar

ing," she hi

nsity. He let her pull him up. He

stomach throbbing, but she didn't le