raine's direction. Everything had to be perfect, the silverware polished, the lighting warm but regal, the me

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or maid. The woman was striking. She wore a clingy rust-colored dress that hinted at more than elegance. Her walk was confident, practiced. Ev

's lips

ly, "I need a full digital scrub. Her name is Rachel Mendez. Former escort, high-end discreet clients. I wan

of God in anyone

pa

mily name dragged through tabloid sewage because my br

ion. At least with Lola her mother Camille had b

the fireplace like a man without care, f

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itted. "But is she going to be just another tabloi

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row. "So she's sma

early. After the baby

ng as she leaned against the oak-panel

e d

ed her. "And

mille aren't a threat to her. They are a part

Rachel than Derek realized. Maybe this one had more bite

you or should I send word f

I want to be involved

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ot

nversation, the butler appeared,

ing slightly, "Miss Lola an

"Thank you. Let'

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ake it in time

urned at

cha

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to surpr

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her cheek. The scent of his cologne cedar and mint was f

" she asked, co

e business arm's stable now

ons." She smi

. After that, we'll talk." He asked a cha

ware of the spectacle she was walking into. Lola was quiet, her eyes trailing between her parents with a caution that made Lor

rom her chair before her mother could stop her. She l

places a kiss on her foreh

table, Lola settled next to

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r expression, he strode in like he belo

ze mid-air. Her en

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