was wearing a pair of cotton pajamas that buttoned up to her

ned. Kingsle

is hips. Water droplets clung to the dark h

ing fixedly at a painting on the w

ct like a virgin, Cassidy.

r of boxers. Cassidy kept her eyes avert

chaise lounge in the corner. "The contract d

said from the bed. He was lying o

froze.

sleeping on the sofa, he'll know the

he said, though h

risk your father's p

climbed in, staying as close to the edge as physics allo

etched, thick a

r, the nig

he judge was screaming. Her fath

her sleep, her arm f

as

aking glass shat

olt upright. Kingsley was already m

stand, lay a watch. A vintage Patek Ph

face went completely white,

he whi

r knees. "I'm so sorry, I was dreaming, I d

h it!" King

ke an iron shackle. He squeezed s

, his eyes wild. "It survived two wars

tears springing to her eyes from t

side the case," Kingsley sna

against the bedpost. She cried out, clutch

ickered. Something like regret flashed beh

rd. "Add it to the debt.

can work for them. The shareholder gala is in five months. You will handle the board members' widows. You will c

assidy whispered,

the light. "Go to sl

chest. Cassidy lay on the edge of the mattress, tears leaking

earplugs, but