rk hair across her face. Her eyes darted aggressively across the li

er

sive, pitch-black armored Maybach. It bore the disti

eaving them abandoned on the steps. Her bare feet hit t

hts flared as it paused f

iting into the tender soles of her feet. She reached

bulletproof glass of the rear passenger window. "Hein

ess. He was pinching the bridge of his nose, his eyes closed, f

ears. His eyes snapped open. They were dark,

ayes, glanced at the side mirror. His eyes widened in s

pain crossed his eyes before being instantly buried under a glacier of control

tercom button to the driver. "Sir... she's not

rich's only weakness. His chest tightened. He gritt

," Heinric

ghtly and rolled to a

the door, gasping for air, her

glided do

s. His face was a masterpiece of sharp angles and col

ure that would have terrified any Wall Street executive. "The cancellation papers for the pre

e finality in his tone terrified he

dy through the open win

inctively shot up to cover the sharp edge of the rolled

d grabbed his hand. She laced her fingers tigh

rned his head. He stared down at their intertwi

squeezed with every ounce of strength she had, her nails digging into the ba

oice trembling but fiercely clear. "I am not ca

p breath. The driver froze, his hands gri

iolent mix of emotions-suspicion, sho

ten Dorsey run out of cash again? Is this h

te venom in her voice startling him. "I will n

ftening. "I know you sat outsi

le wall of ice he had built around himsel

t the back of their joined hands. His skin was warm, so

against his skin. "Thank yo

rom her eye and landed direc

d. The tension drained from his shoulders. Slowly, deliberately, he flipped his h