as an object. A broken thing he had picked

zzed. A text

the hell are you doing? You are there to fix the engagement

ew the phon

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n't fix it, he

ed a thi

ad cowered before him. The way the ent

he sharks, she needed to s

she had left-a slip of a nightgown made of cream silk. It was

ch coat over it, ty

. The resor

veryone knew. The Presidential Bunga

the room, dodging t

guards were stationed at the gate.

eld her head high, channeling every

e Mr. Blackwo

listened for a moment, then looked at her wi

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e click

ow was a masterpiece of modern architecture,

door was

the sofa, a laptop open on his knees. He was wearing reading glasses. He

k up. "You to

the ocean below was muffled, replace

know I'd come

them on the coffee table. "Because

her coat. "

ere clumsy. She untied the knot and let the coa

silk. It clung to her curve

raveled up slowly. It felt like a physical t

," she said, her voic

u dressed for it

the most honest thing she had ever said. "Richard cut me off. H

walked over to her,

ping with me will b

n the elevat

k sound. "That wasn't a transacti

f hair that had fallen over her sho

you want?" s

," he said softly. "Why you st

ed me," she said. "Becaus

eek. His thumb traced her jaw

epped back. "You're stayin

linked. "

w you're safe, and the only place I can guarantee that is within arm's r

ve with him!"

rway. He looked back over

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