th a bright smile, offering to take her belongings as he spoke up wa

almond-shaped eyes that curved naturally into a friendly, disarming smile. He carried

he'd seen that fac

ple who didn't matter. She sifted through the faces of everyone she

im politely. She looked docile enough-

d. He'll be a little late. Your dad and my dad already booked a r

s he talked, reaching

n the car. He'll join us for

hind him the entire time. Her voice was hoarse and cas

d. He glanced at the seemingly frail young cousin beside

t fast? He hadn't eve

ught nothing more of it. He reached the

out here. Get i

he Rolls-Royce glinting under

father, Preston Thomas, couldn't affor

er her, chasing away the outdoor heat. Ainsley's gaz

his presence seeming to suck all the oxygen out of t

stom suit, his long legs crossed at the knee, a

ared at her, his gaze sliding slowly from

ned sharply with a surge of danger, and she instinctively shi

d into gear, and glanced at Ainsley through t

she had on powerful figures in Washington D.C., trying to

heavy luxury car o

aze for three a

inner than you di

up, every muscle in her b

space, stopping just inches from her face. She could

eant for her ears only: "Your photo. As your f