old against the cab window. Stella rested her forehead against the cool gl

asked, eye-tracking her through the rea

dark street. Her mind

ity Hall drifted into view, and a sharp, un

n a wedding; it was a cold, swift transaction executed during a twenty-minute lunch break.

oy, looking like a man ticking off the final chore on a very long, very unpleasant list.

ed itself into her memory before his eyes flickered toward his stern gran

ocating silence of Park Avenue by telling herself a careful, des

yanked down, leaving beh

s gentle. He was romantic. He knew how to fasten a

y incapable

n. She had spent a year playing the quiet, submissive wife, burying her own identity and her inte

as o

ll have to drop you at the next corner,

sat up straight, smoothing her coat, her posture tra

t Side. Pa

for a man who treated her like an ornament. She was going back to reclaim h