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cross the screen in bo

ht Rendezvous With Woodward Heiress; W

Genevra into an upscale apartment complex past midnight, follow

neatly tucked bed in our gues

spare room because he didn't want the smell of garage solvent to disrupt my rest

ping himself clean for the

?" Connor's voice pulled

hand. I pulled back immediately, stepping back. "My

king a hot linen towel from Louis to wip

the Iron Ghosts was cold as ice, comple

raction didn't leave a bad impression on my future employer. The second we

was signing

ce, handing over a rejected requisition form. "Jolene... the matriarch reviewed the R&D

roken her wor

aration and Asset Relinquishment Agreements I had brought wit

sofa, his long legs crossed as

ously particular about his gear and never showered or changed clothes anywhere

n his voice: "Where the hell were you last night? You walked out of

the media headlines plastered all over town. His only c

void of any warmth: "Have y

nd you throw a tantrum? Her street was cornered by Woodward rivals; I ran tac

candal blowing up online, the club hadn't issued a single public statement, leaving me to absorb the

d set the documents squarely in front of hi

m his breast pocket-a piece I had hand-lathed for him o

lar figure, and slapped it onto the desk. "Here's your funding. From now on,

ays thrown it around casually, bu

ature across the bottom of the top equipment requisition form

s, carefully disguised beneath standard transport liab

int, he would have seen that he was signing away all c

he dragged the custom pen across the res

n me with a quiet warning: "I don't ever want to he

quietly, gathering the

tment in my chest, I gathered the executed

r something decent to the downtown steakhouse tonight. The press

ot breaking my st

he wanted a photo-op

hen tonight at that restaurant, I would deliv