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e Manhattan penthouse door f
oor open, steppi
ntire afternoon preparing, convincing herself that the
oat, the sound of bright, ringing la
a woman
d. The muscles in her
ck with slow, deliberate movements. She took a
nning. The vintage cut is so u
s Car
She walked briskly down the hallway, her low hee
room. Her eyes immediately
silver pendant, shaped like a teardrop with
d. Her lungs forgot
only thing recovered from the expl
xed smile on his face. He popped the cork on a bottl
k up to acknowledg
tance between them i
aid. Her voice was fla
perfectly practiced gesture of shock. "Oh! Cilla
nd. His smile vanished,
champagne bottle down hard. "You walk in here and i
t Carolyn's chest. "I said, ta
Her lower lip trembled as she looked up at Ja
it was hers," Carolyn whis
of Carolyn, using his broad s
escension. "It was just sitting in a dusty box in the guest room.
h scraped its way ou
into her own palms until the skin nearly broke. "That is the re
hat CIA card, Cilla. It was a tragic accident, not some movie plot. That was years ago. Don't be dramatic
om the counter and
g it out to her. "Buy yourself a new one. Buy ten. J
aper. The sheer disrespect mad
and upward, strik
he loose check fluttered through the
shriek and scrambled to hide
ond of chaos, Cil
reached out, his large hand aiming to
o the sudden aggression. She stumbled back a half-step, her shoulder d
and grabbed the silver chai
, violent yank
p snapped withnd the pendant, the cold m
ting out a dramatic sob. "She
ous red. "You are an unreasonab
nd. She looked at th
rted, the man whose company s
for him evaporated, leaving nothing bu
dered, pointing a finger at
e turned on her heel and wa
n, measured, and c
ect a single cent for your living exp
ith her hand o
her lips curling into a smil
r open and slammed
ud echoed in
ivate elevator and presse
looked at the silver tea
nd fell in a dee
, useless wife. It was time to
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