kle twiste

throat as she lost all balance. She braced herself for the

act nev

around her waist. She was yanked sideways, crashin

enses. It instantly overpowered the stale cigar smoke an

nctively grabbing onto a broa

ened h

nto a pair of eyes as cold

oked like it had been cut from glass. He wore a

er waist. His fingers pressed firmly against her spine,

, magnetic rumble that vibrated in

ldly against her ribs. She looked dow

o drop from her waist. The loss of his body he

ped roughly at her wet eyes, hating that he was seeing

's words was still burning a hole in her stoma

and turned toward t

chmond, i

stopped her de

n back around, her nails digging into h

houlders blocking out the light from the lobby lamps.

large, steady

on Ho

a like a physical

s heir to the Holland Group

ust agreement with. The man she was legally

ed in her skull. Keeping he

had probably heard everything. He was probably laughing at her just like Juston was.

't take

ck, wrapping her arms aroun

nd, his expression unreadable. He let his gaze drop t

night," Harmon stated. It wasn't a quest

nched so hard h

r. Holland," she snapped, the wor

glanced toward the glass doors. "It's

g of rain against the glass. A storm

ndifference, but she felt trapped under his gaze. She refu

thing from you,"

k on him and march

g wind and rain hit Adela in the face, soaking her hair instantl

e wet pavement, her pho