After Allen Morgan had comfortably settled into his seat, Chris Rowe and the other men in the room began to scrutinize him with a mixture of cold curiosity and suppressed resentment.
Back at Ivory University, Christian Hobbs hadn't just been a student; she was the undisputed goddess of the campus, a figure of ethereal beauty that every young man had idolized from afar. Several years had passed since graduation, and while Christian had clearly weathered the storms of life—her gaze slightly more guarded, her demeanor no longer possessing the raw innocence of youth—her fundamental allure remained untouched. Her classic, ivory-sculpted features and that signature aura of cool, aristocratic detachment were as intoxicating as ever.
When the news had first broken that Christian Hobbs had marrie
