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STEFAN LEANED FORWARD to speak to the driver. “Pull to the curb after the next light.”
Penelope shivered in the back seat of the black Town Car. Any other time, she would’ve enjoyed strolling on an autumn evening in New York, but her nerves were still frazzled after the shooting incident—not to mention the unexpected proximity of Stefan.
“Cold?” he asked, shifting his arm around her. “You’re still in mild shock.”
She nodded. On several levels. Earlier that evening, her world had shifted on his balcony. This path was dangerous, but she’d faced down threats many times in her career. She could handle it.
Besides, a girl had to eat. Stefan had offered, and really, what could it hurt?
She ran her fingertips over his hand, relishing the feel of his arm around her and remembering what the
