ing through her jeans. She ignored it. She focused on t

oice was unrecognizable from the shrill tone she'd used with Ai

't move. "D

. Baritone. It vi

aid unless you give her shares in the Eaton Group, she's going

er her mouth to stifle a gasp. The sheer aud

the armrest of his chair.

trailed off, disgu

oser to him, "that she's not really amnesiac. It's a

bitter laugh escaped him. "Sh

It was possessive. Intimate. "Don't w

e was inches from his. S

l roar. That was her husband. Her target. Her territory. She didn't remember h

legs screamed, but she

dle of the glass do

wall with a crash that

knocking into the tea table. Hot w

as fast. His head cocked, his ears

there?"

ke exhaust fumes and hospital soap. She was bleed

Her voice was raspy but loud. "T

ned of color. "Ains

s voice dropped. I

straight toward him. Her boots lef

his face. The dark glasses hid his eyes, but th

at his unseeing face. "I didn't threaten to go to

Kirstie. "Sh

amed, backing away. "She

red down the hallway l

ll. He didn't yell. He t

t the glass wall. "But before they drag me out, I have enough time to pour that po

sped. "You

," Ains