Mag-log in“Noted.” Callan shook his head. “I’m going to regret agreeing to help.” “You haven’t agreed to anything,” I reminded him. “I’m already involved. Someone has to keep this from becoming a public argument.” Ivan closed the folder. “We’ll attend an event together. No announcement yet. We’ll allow th
For a moment, none of us spoke. The letter from the Committee on Foreign Investment in the United States lay between us, its polite wording hiding the threat it carried. Our engagement might help the energy deal survive the review, but it would also give the public a new story to pick apart. I look
“And your position against the Whitmores.” I met his eyes. “If the energy deal collapses, I lose a major source of leverage. The Whitmores are already under pressure. I need the contracts to keep that pressure on them.” Ivan’s expression did not change, but his fingers curled against the table. “T
~ Aveline's Pov~ Callan and I were halfway through breakfast when I looked up from my plate. “I noticed Ivan didn’t come back to the suite last night.” Callan paused with his fork halfway to his mouth. “Did you?” “I did.” “And you didn’t call him?” “No.” He studied me for a moment, then set h
Then Julius Whitmore arrived. I recognized him immediately. Aveline had told me enough about the Whitmore family for me to know who he was, and I had seen his face in more than one business photograph. He moved through the club without looking around, his expression composed and his suit perfectly
Callan’s POV I hated stakeouts. I hated the cold coffee sitting in the cup holder, the cramped car that made my legs ache, and the fact that I had been parked outside a members-only club on the Upper East Side for nearly two hours. Most of all, I hated knowing that my sister was back at the pentho







