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ng onto the velvet sofa, still wrapped in my coat. My head was swimming

doorway, brows furrowed.

that concern in his eyes. Now, it just seemed pathet

id without looking at him, wanting th

y. Had he expected to find me wasting away after the divorce, i

en our companies that need your attention..."

pson?" My voice dripped with sarcasm. "Your girlfriend is the project man

of her reope

ts my team, my strategy, my vision. And he handed it ov

ured into our marriage had been like water thrown i

to help," I said col

strangers stepped inside, followed by a mid

d. "Who are you? How do t

ith a light smile. "They're real es

ed. "Anna, you're sell

m. "We're divorced. Why would I keep a pla

ed at my bones. This house had been filled with too many broken promi

specting the living room with sharp, investor eyes. "I'm sure the

ghtened. "You

ut him off.

r. "Oh, and Jack? About the Phoenix Proj

to Goldenleaf Manor," I said. "I'm not

r's eyes. Not the pity, not the disa

nce. "Welcome back, Miss Annie." He took my coat with gentle hands

I said as I climbed the stairs, slipping off my earri

ve soup sent up," she replied, acc

from my limbs. The masseuse's skilled hands kneaded a

s my skin, there was only a brief pause. She didn't ask questions. This was wh

ure's good?" sh

I murmured,

of soup. "Ms. Shaw, shall I arra

d, standing and wrapping a thick towe

masseuse worked on my shoulders. A quiet moan escape

y phone

star r

cross my lock screen,

"Five-sta

my memory strong arms, dark e

name again? Se

You also said you liked

wed my eyes. "I

Club to celebrate my divorce. They presented a lineup of gorgeous young

ess, I spent the night

sions about love and loyalty. So wh

Tell him I'm interested in retaining his services long-term.

" she answered

back with

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