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kup, I watched Genevra's furious silh

o the brink of death by the very same bloodline. Alec knew that history down to the bone, yet he still chose to sleep with the daughter of my worst en

chest, pulled out my encrypted satel

rance paperwork processed through the Department of Transportat

m of the Iron Horse Saloon tomorrow morning. I'll introduce you to the man behind Lynch Industrial. He h

erst

lub's officer election-the exact day he assumed he

garage apartment. Before I could pull out, the console radio

an independent R&D equipment fund that required Eleanor Langley's sign-off before the bank would release the fu

. The moment I stepped through the grand foyer, I saw Genevra

s family's home, completely discard

Coast parts distribution rights on behalf of the Woodward syndicate. What an accomplished young woman! I still don't know what kind of cu

Jolene has some technical certifications

on grease monkey hiding in an engine bay. She squeaked by w

sive, and held out the approval folder.

"No respect, no manners! Making an entire room wait on you, and you stand the

m in Genevra's eyes, I tu

d vicious private power struggles. In the past, whenever Eleanor

cushions without uttering a single word, silen

and patch-holder in the room, he picked up a fresh cup of

y skin. The final remnant of warmth i

ed the file back, spun on my heel

weep across the valley, soaking stra

rawer and returned it to its hiding spot. Then, sitting in front of my terminal, I printed t

being a devoted wrench and a loyal partner,

ng my losses now w