MasukHe was a workaholic. They say she was sad and scared. Their testimony is available. They have a civil suit pending against him. He bought off the judge for the petition of evidence in a criminal matter, but even the great Lennox Demetri can't stop all the wheels of justice. Get out. Leave. Come ho
Nox's eyes followed mine. He quirked a brow. "I thought you didn't have plans?""I was hoping you could come up with something."He reached for my hand and started to pull me out of the bedroom, but stopped. "We're getting out of here. Go put something on under that dress and throw some things in an
CharliPeople. So many people.The doorman, people in the lobby, and in the elevator. My feet staggered. I was drunk though I'd barely consumed more than a couple of sips of my martini. I was intoxicated on Nox and on life. His strong arm steadied me as he led me from the elevator and down the hallw
As we settled into the back of the sedan, I thought about the present I had back at the apartment for Nox. It was my vibrator. Whoever moved our things to the apartment from the Mandarin, put it with my bras and panties. With all that had happened, Nox hadn't mentioned it since the first morning whe
My handbag beside the martini glass vibrated, momentarily breaking my trance. I freed my phone and read the text.Nox: "YOU TAKE MY BREATH AWAY."Before I could move my head to find him, another message came through.Nox: "DON'T TURN AROUND."I shook my head, wondering again how he did that. And an
I laughed, stretching to my tiptoes and giving him a kiss. "Thank you. But how did you get all of this done in a morning?""I may have talked to your cousin and arranged for you to stay out longer than you planned.""That's why he insisted on coffee at Tom's restaurant and seeing my apartment.""Sto
CharliI woke as the world came into focus. Soft lips warmed my head as a deep velvet voice rumbled from my dreams to reality. And then I remembered...everything.My breakdown was completely out of character, but I'd felt blindsided—my two worlds once again colliding. How had Nox's father known my m
"It holds memories," he finally offered."Your mother?" I asked, placing my hand over his.He nodded. "Yes. She loved this house. It was one of the few good things he ever did for her. He was hardly here, which made it better. When they divorced the house was hers. She left it to me. Now, whenever h
"No, you don't," Nox said with a grin as we entered the stunning foyer.Unlike the shadows of Montague Manor, everything about the house was open and bright. The classic architecture boasted bleached wooden floors, light beige walls, and white woodwork. Fresh flowers adorned the large oval table in
I was busy pulling up the attachments and making notes when I looked up and realized we weren't in Manhattan. We were traveling too fast and too far.I saw a sign for I-95 north just before the car slowed to exit the highway."Where are we? Where are we going?"Nox looked up and reached for my hand.







