Chapter 37
The anger and the pain were burning in Blake’s chest, stoked by Kevin’s patronizing dismissal of his current life. Blake was about to unleash the six years of resentment—the abandonment, the phone calls that never came, the void Kevin left when their father went back to prison and their mother abandoned them—when the passenger side door of the black BMW SUV opened. A woman stepped out. She was strikingly beautiful and elegant, carrying herself with effortless poise. She was tall, lean, and gracefully muscular, with rich, dark, wavy hair that framed a stunning, olive-toned face. Her features were sharp yet harmonious—high cheekbones, deep, intelligent brown eyes, and a warm, wide smile that instantly softened her presence. Her voice, when she spoke, carried a heavy, sophisticated Israeli
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