rance took one look at her and his

ank. "I'm meetin

am

issive, and turned to the next guest. Defeated, she retreated fr

d exhaust fumes. A group of drivers in black unifor

staying in the sha

id, exhaling a plume of smoke. "They say he won

ways in a wheelchair. Temperamental as hell.

s driver. Maybe a

back door opened and Caden stepped out, followed by

ecessed doorway, pressing herself against a pile of dis

ace, thick and cloying. She barely noticed the

dizziness washed over her. Her body felt strangely hot, her heart racing as her vision b

o get out of

, solid figure. She couldn't make out his face, only the clean, simple scen

... m

ate exit for a moment of quiet. He hadn't exp

es unfocused but familiar. Kristy Hill. The

in her eyes and caught the faint, sweet scent of the drug in the air. H

m here..." she mumbled, her

es. He shrugged off his suit jacket and wrapped it ar

her drivers' cars. It belonged to his driver, Leo Price. H

el. She saw the man's simple, dark clothing-a uniform. Her dru

hospital, but across the bridge to a simple, anonymous apartment bu

blur of sensations fueled by the drug. She remember

cutting through the blinds. Her head throbbed. Fr

back to her. He was tall, with broad shoul

ment woke him.

ed features and a strong jaw. His eyes were dark and

he sheet to her chest. "Who ar

is voice was a low, steady rumb

ound his waist. "My name is Leo

plan to get to Fount Sharpe had ende

s out of bed and started to pull on a shirt. As he fastened the cuffs, he spok

e respons

at him, unc

d a place to stay, a legal identity that isn't just a pa

ld he

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