His Safe Heaven
Then, he reached past her, his hand brushing against her arm—sending a jolt of electricity straight down her spine—as he picked up the folder.
"If I wanted revenge, Vennessa, I would have let you drown," he said softly. He opened the folder, glanced at her signature, and then looked back up, his eyes turning entirely predatory. "No. The terms of this contract are very specific. And there's a clause on page fourteen that I think you overlooked in your rush to save your skin."
Vennessa frowned, a sudden cold dread washing over her. "What clause?"
Ryan didn't answer. He simply reached over to his desk phone, pressed a button, and spoke to his assistant. "Send in the legal team. And call the
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