ace flushed red. "A discarded ex-wife coul

I own it. And what you just spilled on it is twenty-dollar sparkling w

off-the-rack gown from two seasons ago, and screaming in a museum corridor. With management lik

e of stifled laughter bro

i raised her hand to stri

nd, a large, powerful grip

rage. He twisted Jodi's arm away with enough

cause a scene at my event?

r bruised wrist. "Mr. M

t looking at her. "Security,

mond's arm. "Damond, please, Jod

off Katelyn's hand. His eyes were fixed on

nimpressed by his intervention. "If the performance i

out a second glance. Damond's fists clenche

edge of the Temple of Dendur wing. A prominent film producer

erclass," the producer said with a warm smile. "If you ever w

th a polite nod. "Thank

focating jealousy tore through his chest. He stood up from the head tabl

low's wrist. "

led her through the side exit out onto the g

tting off the music from inside. The

eyes dark and wild. "You're taking meetings for Los

curling into a cold, mocking smile. "Mr. Montgomery,

gal waiting period," Damond said, his voice low an

t. She pushed hard against his chest.

hin, forcing her head up. "What do you want, Harlow? More m