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Chapter 1
I blink rapidly, trying to e of the sexy socialite—if you can call him that—vanish I open my eyes
He’s still there
Supple leather drapes co a wall of h His hair is slicked back to exhibit those startling Ferro eyes people love so much Their exact shade of blue is lost somewhere between ice and sky, storm and sea
My jaw flops around as I sputter out, “I’m sorry Please excusethe Peter Ferro can’t subdue the sting of Nathan’s words I step forward, but Peter doesn’t budge I glance up at hi inside of me Torrential tears threaten to blast from my eyeballs at any moment I know damn well this moment is the eye of the storm, and I have seconds to find a safe harbor before all hell breaks loose
Peter glances past ize for my intrusion”
“You've no need to apologize I’aze He’s done nothing but run his hands through his hair and stare at the floor, s I’d rather not hear
“Actually,” Peter smiles kindly at me, “if you could stay for a moment, I'd appreciate it veryand, if you need to leave, please go ahead, but this will only take a moment I wouldn’t ask if it weren't direly ihthe turbulence to fall still His expression says so
“Can I help you, Mr Ferro?" Nathan's voice is sharp, and his arhtly across his chest in a stance that screams fuck off "You'll find the dean's office down the hall, and if you’re here for the scholarship co is next door Everyone is over there tonight”
Peter steps across the threshold, passingexpression is laced with apprehension—as if he isn't confident in being here doing this Whatever this is “I’m not here for the scholarship committee I’m here to make a delivery” He fishes a tattered envelope from the breast pocket of his coat and presents it to Nathan It’s addressed to "Mr Ferro" with a poste sliced by the blade of a letter opener From the looks of it, Peter has had the letter with him for some time now
I’ the two of them They’re equally handsome despite the few years Peter has on Nathan Where Nathan is slihtly taller, Peter has broad shoulders and a chiseled jaw that looks like it belongs on a marble bust