nge slammed shut behind Charlie Castro

lobal and Leo's father, sat with his long legs crossed in a black leather armc

s lay a frost that never seemed to thaw. The hard sweep of his brows and the deep-set shape of his eyes bore

om her face. She smoothed her tweed jacket, adopting a fragile

nched the small of Leo's back, her vo

dy now. Don't m

skin. His face turned pale, but under Charlie's warnin

hifted to the boy's frail frame, the icy barr

ed hand, guiding Leo to stan

quiet authority. "Your recovery protocol isn't over. You were

ll fingers twisting together. "I'm sorry, Daddy.

curls. "Next time, call Gavin or one of the

tense shoulders easing b

sit on the wide armrest right beside Holden's should

looking at her, he leaned back into the leather seat, c

e began, lowering her lashes as pr

n's voice was flat and final.

xpression, fury flashed through her green eyes,

, his chief executive aide, stepped ins

cade to the Manhattan headquart

g securely beneath Leo's arms to lift the

inally able to breathe after the suffocating tension. His small ha

ode toward the door, not sparing

digging into the leather of her handbag. Then she forced her express

the back of the extended Cadillac. The heavy door

y in his lap, his thumb brus

e bother yo

"No. I almost fell,

her arms and the fierce gentleness in her eyes

er. As he leaned in, a faint, lingering trac

the exact scent that had vanish

tercom beside the

ecurity feed from th

h the speaker at once. "W

against the back of Leo's head, h

son. I want her name be