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Chapter One

Marc Foster’s sto so late, he wouldn’t be able to stop for breakfast before he had tocat andto be derailed because he was freaking starving

But after the latest incident, he was struggling to eat anything in his kitchen He stubbornly told hi it The end result was that he now suffered froer at odd times because he’d not adjusted his schedule to accommodate his new food issues

Groaning, he slapped the button for the garage door opener and stalked over to his new Porsche 911 The gunray car matched the overcast sky and his mood He needed to co a nuisance, but the few solutions that crossed hisAnd for now, he needed to focus on the new client

He climbed into the sports car and tossed his tablet into the erowl, and some of the tension eased from Marc’s shoulders He really did love the Porsche Probably too e himself too often Massive purchases and trips were alith an eye for investrowth But he’d taken one look at this beautiful little girl on his last trip to Milan, and he’d instantly fallen in love Driving it had been even more addictive than he’d expected

Before the nagging voice of doubt started to whisper in his ear, he shifted the car into reverse and pulled out of the garage He quickly tapped the door opener as soon as he was clear and deftlydrive

The tires had barely hit the street when a call rang in through the Bluetooth connection to the speakers Glancing over at the display, he saw his sister’s name and frowned, but he still tapped a button to answer the call

“Have you left?” she asked in place of a greeting

“I just pulled out I thought you were already don I don’t have ti late” His sister had uest house at the far end of his property after her divorce had been finalized She had aet her own place, but she’d been with the fucking bastard for nearly a decade before it caotten his nant For Lilah, it wasn’t about starting new but having a safe place to figure out who she was after devoting years to a liar Marc could at least do that for his older sister

“No, I’m with Richard at his office We wanted to know if you could meet us for lunch don One o’clock at Salazar”

Ugh Lunch with his oldest brother was not a good tis had decided he was in need of some new lecture about his life, his constant travel, or so else that was not their business Lilah on her oas generally tolerable, but when she ith their older brother Richard or their other brother Gabriel, she instantly becamental and bossy

“Salazar is in OTR, not don,” he corrected, knowing he was being nitpicky He didn’t want to go

“OTR is still a part of don,” Richard added, proving that his sister had the phone on speaker

Yeah, and there were plenty of Over-the-Rhine regulars ould argue that OTR was not part of don, but he wasn’t going to get into that with Richard

“I’ve got a new client in town I’ it to last through lunch—possibly even dinner I’ to convince her to use one of the studios I’ve set up in the city to work here for the next several months”

Lilah’s extravagant sigh filled the car, and Marc rolled his eyes He quickly drove along the winding road The pave overhead It would be just his luck that the rain would start as soon as he parked in his spot don He should have checked to make sure he’d tucked a spare umbrella in the trunk

“I thought that was the whole reason you hired that gallery er with the purple hair To schmooze the clients”

“Co is what Marc does best Don’t take that from him”

Marc gritted his teeth until he was sure one of histo crack under the pressure Richard was a dick He thought he was being funny, but al that spilled out of his mouth reeked of condescension and pretentiousness