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Chapter 2

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woman who had fled i

t, her face a mask of cool concentration. The Florence sunlight streamed into her private

as a masterpiece of white silk and delicate lace, but a single, dark thread of obsi

am

ture man, serious and observant. He had her dark hair, but his eyes-a startling, stormy gray-were a mystery

voice, once soft, now he

kbench. The caller ID read

phone on spe

me through the line. "Seraphina Webster's personal assistant confirmed her attendan

y selling that dress to her? After what she did to y

ring a flight from Paris. A doodle. A draft. Nothing more. And that desperate fool

" Colin

lm. "Find someone to bid against her. Let her prove she can afford her future h

ice, warm with understan

son, her expression softening instant

ars, lit up with a mixture of excitement and

ing his small face. "Yes. And

es us two lives, my love. Your brother's.

o a knot of fear every time she thought of it. Weston's health. The doctors in Europe had been clear: his rare

or. She did not even know the donor's n

inal like a queen descending upon a conquered province. Oversized sunglasses hid her eyes. A silk scarf draped

all hand in his. The boy's gray eyes

age off the belt. In the confusion, a man in a nearly identical black suit jostled h

or his computer-he needs to contact the designer Spect

case a second glance. He grabbed the nearest handle, barked an apolo

the remaining suitcase and rejoine

young doctor who had saved her life five years ago, n

for tomorrow morning," he said, his voice warm

tightened. "We'll be the

ual missions-revenge and salvati

pulled off her sunglasses. Her gaze swept over the familiar skyl

the Webster Consolidated building came into view. A fire

he told the driver, he

r interior of a Rolls-Royce Pha

he said, placing the suitcase

. He sat in perfect stillness-a statue

my email by noon," Calhoun said,

ock. It wasn't responding. It wasn'

s isn't you

e the color of a winter storm,

orce it

d pried the latches ap

ce wen

stead, silk blouses, lace bras, and a red negligee spille

d and closed like

ped across his briefcase. His jaw

each word dropping like

er. "Sir... I believe I took th

hat followed

oice dangerously soft. "It took me three months to get her to agree to a meet

areer flashing

houn commanded. "Get my computer back. And p

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