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SHE DIDN’T CARE that it was a Friday night Wouldn’t have cared if it was in the ht Gabrielle rode the elevator up with Liaot off at her floor Waited for the doors to close, for him to reach his floor, and then she fled

Down the stairs

And out the back door, cli out of the drive before a security guard could alert Elliott Tanner—if he’d been instructed to do so—that she was on the loose

Driven by an anger so strong it was scaring her—and still not caring—she sped across town Little things like gates and guards and security ca to stop her

Or even concern her

Liaiven her the only access code she needed He’d told her, the day she’d sprung hiet on his father’s property, only to find hiitation of a housekeeper who’d helped raise him Who loved him

Related, too, that his arrest had co at Connelly headquarters, with no e at the home of Walter Connelly

Betting on the fact that Walter didn’t know Lia the spare key to the gatehouse to be right where Lia it

She parked far enough away to avoid security cameras And kept to the brush as she half ran in the directions Lia and entering escapade the last time he’d been to his boyhood home

Al, she found the gatehouse while it was still light outside Found the key, too

And made it to the front door just as Walter Connelly pulled up, driving himself, in a black Lincoln Town Car

Apparently her luck had just run out

LIAM HAD TO talk to Marie Without Gabi present Or knowing And he wasn’t comfortable with the idea

He had no other choice