Chapter 100

Isadora was ushered into a lavish office by Kemp.

A secretary quickly brought in a glass of water, setting it down on the desk before quietly slipping out.

Kemp offered a polite smile. "Please have a seat, Miss Vaughan. Mr. Fitzgerald is in a meeting, but he'll be with you shortly."

With that, he left her alone in the room.

Isadora settled onto the couch, letting her gaze wander.

This office, she thought, was so unmistakably Victor.

Along one wall stood an entire row-hundreds, it seemed of limited-edition

model cars, each one gleaming under the soft light.

Isadora didn't doubt for a second that Victor owned every single one of these cars in real life.

Her mind drifted back to that day Victor had taken her racing, the world flying by in a blur of color and wind, his easy confidence as clear in her memory as if he were right beside her now.

A flicker of longing tugged inside her; she wanted to feel that rush again.

to the display and picked

set it back down, her eyes caught on a photograph propped up on

showed a little girl and a small

dog? She looked

a puppy-scruffy white fur, a little thin, lying motionless on the floor. Even in the

wore a blue and white dress, patched at the seams, and her cheek was smudged with dirt. Both the

jarringly out of place in

car down, meaning to take a closer look at the

in the doorway, his posture relaxed but

up, and for a moment their

giving nothing away except for the faintest hint

shirt with the collar undone, sleeves pushed up in careless elegance, and black tailored trousers that emphasized the long lines of his legs. On his wrist, a watch with a midnight-blue face caught the light, the gleam drawing attention to his

the full force of his presence-almost

closed the door behind him and strode into the room, his footsteps resonating

something hard. "Miss Vaughan. To what

Vaughan-with a crisp, cutting finality, each syllable falling like a

what she'd said

this man could hold a

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