CHAPTER 2The restaurant buzzed with quiet chatter, Amelia stepped inside, inhaling the scent of expensive cologne, grilled steak, and aged wine. The place screamed luxury, with polished mahogany tables. She scanned the room, smoothing a hand down the emerald-green dress. She had to admit that it made her feel powerful, sexy. And she needed that tonight. A deep voice cut through the air. Hi there, She turned and nearly forgot how to breathe. The man standing before her was sin in a suit. Tall, broad-shouldered, with just the right amount of scruff on his jaw. His dark hair was perfectly styled, but a few strands dared to fall over his forehead, making him look effortlessly sexy. But it was his eyes that did her in—sharp, piercing blue, locked onto hers with quiet intensity. Oh, hell. He smiled—a slow, knowing curve of his lips. "Ethan Blackwood," he introduced, extending his hand. Her fingers slid into his. Warm. Firm. Strong. "Amelia," she said, forcing her voice to stay st
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