of shame and anger. She shoved the card deep into the bottom of her leather handbag

f Le Bernardin. The air inside was quiet, filled

. Bridget ordered a glass of sparkling water. She sat wit

nd a confident, arrogant smile, as if the scene in the hotel r

Men have needs. You need to learn how to look the

bag, pulled out a thick stack of legal

gn

ination of Engagement Agreement'. The blood drained from

out of yo

. You need the Vincent name to secure your

d. He rubbed his nose aggressi

. I will tell them exactly how your mother trapped you

out a short,

send the high-resolution photos of you and tha

rage. He reached across the t

arkling water. She threw the free

tie. The diners at the surrounding tables stopped eating and turned to look. Da

up. She look

morrow, or my lawyers

loor. Her heart was beating so fast it hurt her ribs. She needed a moment to

t exclusive VIP dining room at the end of the hall, she noticed the heavy mahoga

Her feet stopped moving instantly

ght. The man who had left the black card on the nightstan

Cheyenne. Her half-sister. The legi

wine into the man's glass. Her voice w

ping we could discuss the

hless predator of Wall Street. The man everyone in New York was

on the back of her neck

His gray eyes cut through the narrow opening of

nch. His gaze was dark, calculating, and

n hit her like a physical weight. Their meeting at the

king away. She started to t

flat against the wall in the blind spot of the

oking at, Damond

oice drifted through the c

it her lip to keep from making a sound. She

rant. The cold autumn wind of New York hit her f

t of the doo

g to regret t

the door. She stared out the window at the restaurant's sign, her fingers rubbing her collarbone rapidly. She