Steeling herself, she grabbed her purse and opened the door, arranging her features into a mask of polish and poise.
Dorian stood before her, his bowtie back in place, eyes sparkling as he held out an arm to escort her back into the home her associates would soon liquidate. "Shall we face the music?"
With a casual familiarity she didn�t quite feel, Charley looped her arm through his and smiled. "Lead the way, hot stuff."
A firing squad had assembled outside the guest house, each man more handsome and intimidating than the last.
All four of them stared openly at Charley�some curious, others hostile, all of them devastating.
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