The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

It was painfully clear-the chip was never going to be his bargaining chip.

Vester kept running through his mind, searching for anything else he could offer, but came up empty every time.

Across from him, Citrine sat with her arms folded, a look of easy amusement on her face, as if she were front row at a comedy show.

Vester wasn't one to give up so easily. Just as he looked up at Citrine, ready to speak, something in her expression caught him off guard.

His gaze darkened, growing more intense as he studied her.

Was he really so dense that he couldn't see through a young woman's intentions, or was she just far too clever for her own good?

He had to admit it was the latter.

So that's what this whole dance had been about. She simply wanted to test his sincerity. The realization made Vester let out a short, incredulous laugh.

He never thought the day would come when he'd be outmaneuvered by a slip of a girl.

His tone turned sharp, face stern. "Ms. Carmichael, let's skip the games. What is it you really want?"

won't hold it against me." Citrine offered a

beautiful-striking, really. Every movement, every subtle smile, had an almost haunting

athletic and bold, but Citrine, hailing from Northriver, looked fragile and delicate by comparison- someone who inspired an instinct to protect, just by

gone easy on women in business, found himself softening as he looked at her, worried his

long; it melted away,

about the silent struggle going on inside

for a partnership, and saw no

I can't tell you the details right now, but all want is your word-if ever I need your help in the future,

you can for

guard. He'd braced

was a promise to help,

to set the ground rules" can help, sure-but if it's beyond my ability, you can't hold it

light and genuine. "Of

real smile from Vester, too—one that, had

little longer about his treatment before Citrine

Vester stopped her.

back, puzzled. "Is there

"I just remembered at lunch today,