ar floor. She reached out with a trembling hand and took the handkerchief. The fabric was impossibly soft-still

ed it, a bright smear of crimson stared back at her. Her cut palm had bled through. Embarrassment burned her

his dark eyes were fixed on her right hand, track

ditioning was frigid, and her soaked dress clung to her

toned his custom suit jacket. He slid it off his broad shoulders and tossed it over he

up, breat

ce shaking. "So I can repay you.

r for two long second

was a low rumble that vibrate

tect of Wall Street. The CEO of LA Group-known for gutting legacy corporations wi

stinctively, she slid

A muscle feathered in his jaw.

rying to drag you back to a

She needed his protection, but

she said steadily, omitting the fabricated sex scandal

augh. "Vincent Sinclair's desperation

s. Tires screamed against wet pavement as the car

Chloe sideways. She crash

, hauling her flush against his chest. Her chee

second, the

She felt the heavy, steady thud of his heart again

nst him sent a jolt of pure heat straight to his core. His throat went d

er face burned. The oversized jacket slip

rge to pull her back. His expression blank, he reached out and pulled the ja

ercom. "Darrien. Find out what the

ppressing the news of the bride running. They a

They'd finalize the marriage on paper

fists so hard her fingernails dug into her

r palm to keep her fingers uncurled. With his other hand, he opened an armrest compartment a

owered, his focus entirely on her hand. The ruthless CEO was treating her

s clean and tosse

lace to go tonight?"

uddy feet. "My credit cards and

e blurred city lights. He tapped hi

ce leaving no room for argume

erself, trying to ignore the way her heart was still racing. She gla