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pain fractured th
space around her was massive, lined with dark mahogany shelves and row upon row of expensive,
own. Her sto
was practically sheer, clinging to her skin.
ena Hancock. New York socialite. A ruined reputation. A desperate, pathetic plan to
had read before falling asleep. She was the villain. And she had just exec
ur time is
f the heavy wooden door was flat. It held n
e Wall Street wolf. The man who could de
thes. She could not face him like this. She tore through the racks, her hands shaking so b
on, wrapping the thick material tightly around her small frame
The click sounded like a
ine against the back panel of a suit rack.
r pushe
r dripped from the ends of his dark hair, landing on the collar of the rob
ead and locked his gaze directly on the g
l. The silence stretche
ubbing the fabric to ground herself. The original Helena would have c
excuse. A reason for being in his c
rd asked. His voice was a low,
ped into focus
oulders drop. She forced her eyes to widen, relaxing
t next to her. She opened the door. She stared at t
ard's jaw. He watched h
ing. "Eleanor, are you in there?" she
ked at Hayward. She blinked, keepi
iry. "I'm playing hide-and-seek with my
er face, searching for the lie. He was looking for
ned back to a different cabinet.
e whispered to
He stared at her as if she were a puzzle with missing pieces. He thought she was e
he lapels of the oversized coat tighter around her neck
he heat radiating from his
ured, staring straight ahead at the
she had to fist the heavy material at her sides to keep from trip
nter of his closet, watching the oversized coat swal
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