Charlotte’s POVBefore I could straighten up, a hand rough, strong, deliberate caught my chin and tilted it upward.“Sit,” he said.I did. Maybe because there was no space to stand, or maybe because his tone left no room for argument.When my eyes finally adjusted, I saw him. Hayden Maxwell. The man I’d only seen in business magazines and society pages. The same man my sister had thrown away like last season’s handbag.He looked…different. Not in the face that was still devastatingly handsome but in the stillness. His blue eyes were open, sharp, yet unfocused. His gaze slid past me, then returned, as if searching for something beyond sight.“You’re quieter than I remember,” he said.“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I muttered, staring at the polished table between us.He leaned back, one hand resting on the armrest of his chair, the other tracing the rim of a glass filled with melting ice. “You should. My assistant tells me you’ve been avoiding my calls, my messages, my lawye
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