nto the exclusive underground garage
e scanned her iris at the security terminal, and the heavy ste
. Do not come down. Lock the door," Adelia ordered
rolling gurney and shoved him under th
abbed a pair of trauma shears. She cut away the ruined, blood-soaked fabric of his shirt, p
gan scrubbing the thick layers of blood and
into focus. High cheekbones. A sharp, aristoc
ad already known. The cedar-and-tobacco scent in the garage had slammed into her like a freight train, dragging her back six years t
rile surgical lights, drove the truth home
d. Then she crushed the emotion down.
, dangerous aura of absolute power. He wasn't just a wealthy
high-pitched, continuous alarm pierced t
d out of it. The woman
ision across his abdomen, suctioning out pools of dark blood. Her e
. It was resting less than a millimeter against his abdominal aorta. One microscopic
navigated the impossibly tight space. Millimeter by agonizing millimeinked loudly as she dropped ijected a heavy dose of her proprietar
r slowed, settling into a steady,
ke jelly. She leaned back against the edge of the ope
nic chime echo
glass separating the OR from the scrub room, two small faces
glued to the sleepi
es up the bridge of his nose. H
zone, ripping off her surgical c
light tremor. He pointed a finger at the glass. "Lo
rned her head slowly, looking from her so
sockets. The sharp cut of his jaw. It was as if she
nds, oblivious to the tension. "When Leo grow
ready struck-six years ago, then again in the garage, then once more under the surgical ligh
him. Hilliard Hays, if the cufflink research was right.
at the man on the table. He
quietly, her voice cold and
my-" Lun
ow
. Leo paused at the door, looking back at
back on him and walked back into the
ared down at his face. The father of her children. A man who had vanished into th
adjusted his IV drip
" she murmured. "And you picked the w
ion. Not now. But when he woke up-if

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