No Escape From His Dangerous Love

breath, her fingers gripping the thin fabric of her worn jacket. The la

main door. She needed to slip past them, blending in wi

gh the darkness. The harsh light pinned

her ribs. She instinctively raised a hand to s

ghost. It stopped inches from her knees. Th

Hardie Boone sat in the driver's seat. The faint glow of the dashboa

. Her heels scraped against the pave

s knuckles were white. His dark eyes locked ont

e that vibrated in her chest. "Expl

ed in, suffocating the truth in her throat. If

e past her dry lips. "I'

He took in her cheap, frayed jacket. A humorless

contempt in his tone made it hard

ailored suit. He pulled out a thick, blac

ll this number." It wasn't a

card. Her fingertips brushed against his cold skin. She flinc

m brewed in his eyes, but his expr

up, sealing the

tires gripped the asphalt, kicking u

lights disappeared around the corner.

The Boone family crest was embossed in silver above

e Boones never gave anything without

the rusted sewer

e ripped the thick card i

ght them for a second before they dro

tened her spine and walked toward

hadn't gone far. It sat idling in

the pieces of his card fall into the sewer. His jaw tic

he button on

ing tonight," he ordered

nd Arlene. The bass from the club's sp

r fingernails into her palms, preparing h