voice a strangled whisper, "like, the

warm sound. "If I were him," he said, gesturing around the

led out a worn leather wallet, handing it to

rd. AeroLux Airlines. The photo was of him, his jaw set, his blue eyes piercing even in the ti

pt

iumphant shout. He was a pilot. H

lightheaded. The billionaire, the famous name, it was all just a cra

as if sensing her thoughts. "Causes

r hand brushing his. A spark o

ng efficiency, as if he'd done this a hundred times before. It was clear he'

a low whistle. "Harmon Chandler, huh? Shouldn't you be ou

le that didn't quite reach his eyes.

's last sliver of doubt evaporated. He was j

t flimsy, impossibly light for the weight of the

, Erin's head spun. She felt like an actr

hey were cold and solid. "Greenpoint Avenue,

y. I have a flight to London tonig

sharp. But she pushed it down. This was a pi

thought he was going to kiss her. Instead, his lips

hen I get back,

treet, his back straight and his stride purposeful,

ne hand and the keys in the other. She felt hollowed out, like s

icture showed a man with the same piercing blue eyes, the same chiseled jaw, but his expres

lad she hadn't married that man. She had marrie

nervous anticipation and giddy excitement. The apartment building w

ght-filled apartment. The decor was minimalist and tasteful,

But the refrigerator was completely empty, a clear sign of so

against her skin. She looked at the platinum b

To a pilot name

parked in the shadows of an old brownston

tment's hidden cameras. He saw her explore the living room, run a

e, a gentle, posse