Twenty-One
Scarlet stood at the window of the Wellington Hotel, staring out into the streets illuminated by the iridescent lights of Times Square. People were blissfully going about their nightly excursions, unaware that the entire world had just been shaken. Well, her entire world, anyway.
She’d had no time to come to terms with what had just transpired. Connor was alive and the leader of a crime syndicate that had been planning a massive heist for the last ten years. How was she going to unravel it in just a few minutes?
Along with the rising steam from the now opened bathroom door, Connor exited with nothing more on than a towel wrapped around his waist. Her eyes shot to the huge scar crossing over the right side of his chest—a flashback of his wound as he lay in her arms dying hit h
