ar as Gavin slammed on the brakes. The Bentley hydroplaned fo

of the driver's seat. He righted himself, his jaw tight. "

ering wheel. "Sir," he stammered, his voice t

red through the rain-lashed windshield. A small, crumpled fi

ee," he c

bled out of the car, the pouring rain ins

hm on the leather armrest. This was an unforeseen complication. A

Soaked to the skin, her face as white as paper, her dark hai

e. He found one, faint but steady. "Sir! She's alive!" h

lack umbrella snapping open above him as he stepped int

front of the ca

over her face, washing away the grime of the city stre

saw her fa

hroat. His heart gave a hard,

ili

te, it was like a physical blow. He k

. He needed a closer look. He reached out, his gloved fingers hesitating fo

n was b

he could feel the intense heat radiatin

mbulance," Gavin said,

his voice suddenly

it jacket-a Tom Ford creation worth more than Gavin's m

thing that made

, the man who wouldn't even shake hands without gloves, sc

e was impossibly light, like a bird, but

. This was impossible. This wa

distance. He opened the door and carefully laid her down on the pristine

his voice tight with an urgency that borde

into the driver's seat, and peeled away from

stared at the girl's face. The familiarity was a persistent hum

e was a man who controlled everything-his business, his emotions, his life. But th

, unconscious face make his perfectly regulate