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Chapter One

Chicago

The sights, the scents, the noise

Andrew Fairchild leaned back in the seat of his Challenger jet, taking in the lights flickering below He could alan, hear the traffic, the pedestrians

Chicago

The city where he’d been born and hadn’t set foot in for over a thousand days The city where he’d lost his virginity, had partied until dawn, the city where he’d become as rich as Midas The city where he’d expanded his fay across the world He owned thousands of acres of the o owned him

He’d seen the world when he was young, he’d been everywhere, done everything—nothing had rivaled what he’d found here Right at ho woman

His chest swelled at the thought of her, and an insanely hard erection pressed against his tailored slacks Hisher red hair—as fiery as her personality—wrapped around his flesh again

Every nook and corner, every plane, every angle of her small, slender body, he knew it by raphed it He’d fucked it He’d kissed it in its entirety, fondled it to his will and liking, loved it like there was no tomorrow

What would she do when she saw hirabbed her hips down and pounded her? Hard Harder Harder than ever Would she still bite hihts they’d tuainst the wall?

He stroked her name, which was tattooed on his wrist, and tried to picture her face, ied, how she would look when she saw hiain

She’ll fight you She’ll deny anything she feels for you

He sht He wanted to make love to her, not war Time and distance hadn’t diminished his need of her On the contrary The need, powerful, consu day until now there was a black hole inside hi tornado of eht of seeing her, feeling her, s her up close

He’d told her that his work took him abroad, and that the search for new oil fields in the Middle East was dragging him deeper into unchartered territories, where communication was impossible

He’d lied

No amount of work, no amount ofExcept this

His cos to check up on He hoped his CEOs had taken charge, and that his investments had proven fruitful He hoped his friends were still well and thriving, hoped that nobody was dead, butbreath to find, alive and well and waiting for him, was Whitney Donahue

Chest heavy with anticipation, he felt as his bird, a beauty that flew like a cloud in the air, hit the ground, and as soon as it taxied to a stop, Andrew unlatched his seat belt and stood

“Hoory Johnson asked

Andrewhim unlatch his handcuffs

“That’s right,” he softly murmured Once his hands were free, he stroked his tattoos with Whitney’s narateful than when the pilots pulled open the plane’s door and the air—pure, crisp Chicago air—bit into his face with a frigid chill

His hair flew in the wind as he cli for hi thee folders he was handed

“Yes, sir She’s at the Woht, sir, at the Four Seasons Hotel,” his primary assistant said