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The violin’s last strains faded away and the wedding party strolled off the fishbowl of a dance floor Everyone except Sylvie She strutted off, her saint-teht toward Tony

Fuck His shoulderthat felt too hter

But without even a glance his way, she brushed past hiarden Daniel, the ill-fated boyfriend, followed, fury burning in his beady eyes

Tiot an eyeful and his clients’ daughter ended up in the tabloids for starting a brawl at the fashion world’s wedding of the year Or worse, before whoever was behind the escalating threats decided the ensuing co match would be the perfect opportunity to strike

Tony stepped forward to block Daniel’s path “I don’t think so”

A film of sweat coated the peach fuzz on Daniel’s upper lip “That’s irlfriend”

“She doesn’t look like she wants to talk to you right now” Tony crossed his ar don’t-fuck-with-s he had taken with him when he left the force

“But—”

“Look, I’et past me, you’ll end up on your ass Give the lady some space”

Anger, dark and intense, flashed across Daniel’s face Then he saze zooo anyway, to let Anton and Henry know the hired help is getting mouthy”

“Yeah, I’m sure they can’t wait to talk to you,” he shot back at theform

Giving his second-in-co evening

Sylvie stood alone by the ledge with her back to him Wisps of honey-brown hair had escaped her clips, the strands cascading across her dark olive skin in waves Her stick-straight spine and pointed chin, daring the world to take its best shot, were gone Daniel and the gossiping glitterati had sucked the fight right out of her He hated them for that

He should let her be, so she could put herself back to rights Hadn’t he invaded her privacy enough already? But he just couldn’t do

the right thing Noasn’t that the story of his life?