hat evening. He forced a polite smile, though he couldn't care less about fundraisers-especially this one, since Lana would be there. But regaining hi

seventy billion dollars. A few well-placed calls had secured him a significantly reduced sentence: a year of confinement in a private beachfront chalet. It

, and eyes as blue as forget-me-nots-but beauty could only hold his attention for so long. It hadn't taken him long to realize that was all there

ght pink dress that left little to the imagination, her floral perfume clinging to the air between them. He had barely managed to ask what she was doing there b

hrough his mind. He was so lost in thought that he d

u even liste

ing. "Sorry, I zoned ou

tly. "You must be tired. I was asking

t fall in her expression-she had probably been hoping for an excuse

f nowhere,

ul woman he had

green eyes that seemed to see right through him, locking onto his as if they were meant to a

look both angelic and dangerously irresistible. Her flawless, porcelain skin made his fingers ache t

's thoughts long after she was gone. The kind y

e would ev

meant to

didn't kn

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perfect they looked almost unreal-locked onto the stranger with an expression that sent a sharp s

en him since he started seeing that high-profile, ridiculously expensive therapist. The woman had only ten patients, yet she ma

ped. But he still went-t

delicate curve of her face, every detail burned into his m

ent-minded today

d since he met her. Why wouldn't Lana just take a hint? But instead of voic

o the finished portrait. Her eyebrows lifted, as

familiar,"

Kylian asked, a hint of wistfu

ing indifference. "I

them. The magnets on the cover clanged against the surf

ice. The most insecure woman he knew, jealous of a picture. He de

we're doing, Lana?"

rd the crack of her neck. Her eyelashes fl

n?" she asked, h

an didn'

r overhead cra

rst Class, Flight

ut another word, Kylian st

aving Lana to

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