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. Dr. Aris had pinned a series of brain scans on

's in a persistent vegetative state. Locked-in syndrome is a theoretical possibility

dness hit her. He was a war hero. A titan of ind

is throat. He slid a f

ll, the Trust Committee has acti

owned. "T

ng her eyes. "To ensure the marriage is... consummated

aid, her voice rising. "Wh

imulation Therapy.' You need to provide two hours of direct skin-to-skin con

ep in the same bed. Every night. The

t the floor. "This is perverted. I'm a hum

or the inheritance,"

e last page

, you inherit the Manhattan penthouse portfo

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ff her stepmother's debts ten times over. That was never ha

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t back

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icked up

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Gwendolyn and Hugh are banned unless me invite

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her name. Da

. A maid was hovering by th

her voice low and d

scamper

e hospital room. Fleet was

nd walked ov

buttons of his pajama top. "Looks like I hav

up? Flee

burned. He was a soldier. A commander. Now, he was a piece of meat to be gr

e buttons, expo

the muscles were defined, scarred here and th

to her hands and rubbed t

ands are cold,

r palms flat

t of pure sensation that bypassed the static and hit the nerve endings that were screaming for input. He

he'd discreetly pulled out her phone and activated the data-smoothing script her brother Garey had designed for her. It wouldn't erase major events, but it would soften mi

ibbled

hetic reflex to touch within expe