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Sara
I must zone out on the way because the ride to Silver Lake seems to take just a few seconds. Blinking, I come out of the car to the cheers of some guests, and my gaze falls on a tall, dark figure standing a dozen feet away.
Peter.
My enemy.
My stalker.
My lover.
My husband-to-be.
His eyes are like gray tar, reflecting nothing, but I can sense the volatile emotions within him, feel the coiled violence masked by that predator-like stillness. Still, I can’t help but drink him in, running my gaze over the powerful lines of his body. I’ve never seen him dressed so formally before, but it suits him, the sleek tuxedo emphasizing the V-shape of his torso and the crisp white shirt making his tan skin glow.
He’s magnificent, as striking as any movie star, and despite the continued t
