Malcolm gestured for his men to leave, but when he looked up, Mason, Simon and Justin still stood before him, regarding him solemnly.
For a long moment there was silence, and then Mason said quietly, “She’s the one.”
Malcolm didn’t pretend to misunderstand what Mason had stated. He knew damn well what Mason was inferring. Malcolm had always avoided commitment and relationships like the plague. He’d never trusted anyone but those gathered in his office now, much less a woman. He’d vowed never to become emotionally involved with any woman, not only because he had yet to meet a woman who stirred him enough to want one, but also because of the danger and risk posed to her for no other reason than whose arm she was on.
Now? Yeah, Venus was the one.
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