Had she really thought that she could get Trace to help her? That she could just walk into this place and he’d be there for her? After all the time that had passed, she’d be lucky if the guy even remembered her. “Excuse me,” he murmured as he reached for the phone. Well, that was certainly better than nothing. If you’d like to speak with one of the junior associates here, I’m sure that we can find someone available.” “I don’t think you understand just how busy Mr. The guy in the fancy suit looked down at his computer. And, after the accident, pretty much everything was out of her range, but she didn’t have a choice.īefore they’d been lovers. His company was way out of her price range, Skye got that. Some men left a mark on a woman, a mark that went far beneath the skin. As soon as she’d seen the name, Skye’s whole body had tensed. When she’d done a search looking for private detectives in the area, Weston Securities had immediately popped up on her computer screen. She rushed on, saying, “My name is Skye Sullivan, and I-I’m an…old friend of his.” Okay, so that part that wasn’t exactly the truth.īut she was desperate. Twice that morning, she’d turned around and almost gone back to her home. She’d barely gathered the courage to actually head into this place. The man, in his early twenties and sporting a stylish blue suit, raised his brows at her. She glanced to the left and the right, and Skye nervously noted the security cameras that followed her every move.Ĭautiously now, she approached the desk. Getting out of that icy Chicago air was a relief for her.Īnother man waited behind the gleaming desk in the lobby. Skye gave a quick shake of her head, pulled her coat a bit closer around her, and hurried inside that fortress. Probably because she was standing in the middle of the street, gawking up at the place. “Miss?” The doorman eyed her with a hint of concern in his dark eyes. Looking more like a fortress than an office, the place spoke of power. There were too many floors for her to count. It shot high into the sky, its massive windows gleaming in the light. Skye Sullivan stared up at the building before her. It was in that darkness that she heard his voice.

There was nothing left, nothing but the darkness. She begged for help until her voice broke. The blood and rain mixed together on her face. Would anyone from the road even be able to see her?Įvery part of her body hurt. Her car had rolled, again and again, down the incline. The rain poured down, pelting through the broken windshield. She screamed for help, but no one was there to save her. It held her in a grip too tight and too hard, and every move she made just caused her to hurt even more. Pain rolled through her body, and she tried to fight it, tried to break free, but she couldn’t.

Mine to take by cynthia eden