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ailey Lawson registered. The second was the unfamiliar ceilin
against her ribs. T
tilted violently as nausea hit her. She squeezed her eyes shut, bre
stomach, face turned away, one arm thrown over the pillow. Morning light from the vast window traced the sharp
pped to the pristine white sheets. A smear of crimson
e strained to piece together the lost hours a
er half-sister, Isabelle Lawson, handed her a glass
rance wasn't great, but it wasn't that bad
course it w
. Her gown, a crumpled heap of emerald silk, lay on the floor. She snatched it up
r, smudged makeup, and a dark mark blooming on the pale
in, the icy shock a welcome distraction. She forced herself to conc
near the nightstand, its contents spilled across the expensive rug. And next to the man's sleeping form,
an-a high-priced escort to complete her ruin, leaving behind evidence that Hailey Lawson, the disgrace
dollar bill she had. She added her two thousand to the pile, making it an eve
lding no trace of sleep. They were calm, watchful, and intelligent. He pushed himself up, th
and she tore her gaze away, fo
the money and get out." She forced herself to meet his eyes. "What happened last night stays
ng unreadable in their depths. A slow, almost lazy smile touched the corner of his mouth. His silence was
u quiet. If you dare to mention a single
, smooth baritone that vibrated through the tense
ngle for extortion. She didn
lently against the rug. The screen lit up wi
walked to the floor-to-ceiling window,
r Lawson's voice roared through the s
I
Knight is expecting to see you for lunch today. The car will
d wives like trophies-six of them, all gone under mysterious circumstances-and who was now look
ngers, clattering onto the floor.
ool glass until she was huddled on the flo
He stopped in front of her. She didn't look up. Then he crouched down, bringing his
ut of this mess," Julian said, his voice i
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