rigid at the nam

rters' vans still lingering outside the gates of t

ce cool and measured. "I don't thi

usement. "We have a perfect escape plan to discuss.

allroom. He knew. This man was far more tha

ground garage, Section G," Chace said,

ng Zane Sterling was giving a press conference, claiming the night's events were a "ter

nd. She watched Zane's pathetic performance with a

ding, I suppose that's that," H

e coffee table. "That's that?" he roared, his face flushed

lied, her voice like ice. "It's the man who can't co

protection," the engagement was off. He hung up and turned to Heidi, snarling, "Do you know what an excellent match you've just lost!" Heidi gave a cold laugh. If he were truly

district in Brooklyn. From a nondescript storage locker, she retrieved a laptop and a binder of

jeans, removing every piece of expensive jewelry. She got behind

underground garage

ack to her. He was staring at the damp, stained concrete wall. He wore a simple white l

" he said, wi

ng to stand in front of him.

imple. Your family is forcing you into a marriage. My family is doi

truck screeched to a halt nearby. Three greasy-looking men g

with a nasty grin, cracking his knuckles.

on another assignment. This was a classic move by his

nd reached for Chace's

ped betw

this ain't your business," Rick sn

she pivoted, her body a blur of motion. Her elbow s

stumbled back. His two cronies stared, dumbfounded. They

k photo of Rick's face, and her fingers flew across the screen. A pre-installed

or assault and tax evasion. Currently on parole. Do you want me to

ale art history major who partied too much. It said no

his woman was, but she knew his name and hi

carrying the weight of absolute authority. "Or this

glare, then scrambled back into his truck with his me

e was sil

heelchair. Chace was watching her, his usual composure

ng at his stunning blue eyes and the pulse hamme