pen. Isadore didn't walk;

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over a planter. "Mr. Grimes. I... she'

raight to the railing. He didn't

ton. "Now. Do not turn my

he drop, then back at h

iron. He didn't just help her d

solid wall of his tuxedo. She smelled expensive scotch and starch. Sh

ength, his hands lingering on her shoulders for

. "If you come within ten feet of her again, I will b

hite. He scramb

ivered. "

dore said, his voice

Ashton ch

back inside, but toward

sted his cuffs, his heart rate

waiter's jacket from a rack and a tray with a single glass of

he door of the P

loosened his tie. He looke

you get

ng past him into the room. "Hide m

. "Ten minutes. Then se

. The city sprawled below t

wanted a scene. She doesn't care if it r

a drink. "I don't car

walked over and took the glass from his hand. She took a sip, her eyes

is personal space. "You need a

drunk from. He looked at her mouth. "An

voice dropping. "They're trapped behind a legal firewall Carter created