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Chapter One
“I’m lost,” Lia Brent muttered into her cell phone “At least I hope I’ trouble Look, Kelly, I have to go I’ll talk to you later”
Lia shoved the phone into her bag and glared down at the map of London clutched in her hand She had an appoint, and she was pretty sure she was in the right place
Except she couldn’t be
She didn’t know London well—hadn’t been back since her dad’s disappearing act ten years ago—but this didn’t look like the sort of area a nightclub would be in Unless it was a very down-ht
It was nearly seven at night, but the sun still beat down Lia’s feet hurt fro for the part, her head pounded from the constant drone of traffic, and she was suddenly overwhele to turn around and run for hoave up now, then soon she wouldn’t have a home to run to And neither would her little brother, Mike, never
No, she had no choice but to go on with her plan, however crappy and foolish ither teeth, she sent up a silent prayer for inspiration It came in the form of a sleek black sports car that pulled up on the other side of the road, and the man who uncoiled himself from the low front seat Lia rarely noticed eous; ht, or the immaculate fit of his dark business suit, or the lithe, predatory grace hich he moved Whatever it was, Lia couldn’t look away, and she watched until he disappeared through a set of black double doors She stared at the closed doors for what seen hanging above thee picture of what could only be a crazy frog
Hallelujah!
She started forward only to coraph of an almost entirely naked woman
Oh, yeah, she was definitely in trouble Big trouble
…
Luc Severino strolled through the di over hi him back to his misspent youth The last tihteen-year-old, blissfully unaware that his life was about to turn to shit The place hadn’t changed one bit
It was early, and the seats were yrating to the throbbing beat of sorip on the steel pole as Luc passed, then instantly redoubled her efforts He tossed her a smile as he passed, then dis at hand What could Harley possibly want after all these years?
The barlanced up as he approached
“I’m here to see Harley,” Luc said, and the man nodded in the direction of one of the dark booths that lined the back wall of the club Luc walked over and found his old friend seated at a small table
“Luc, what can I get you to drink?”
“Nothing,” he said, sinking into the seat opposite Harley
“Sure?” Harley took a sip of his own drink and studied Luc over the rilass “Nice suit,” he said “Italian? Your mum send it over?”
Luc nodded, and Harley let out a huge sigh “You look like a goddamned playboy You certainly don’t fit in here anymore”
Luc smiled “You do”