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Contents

Cover (#u59dbe382-e069-5de7-ae38-4a8afd1fdc72)

Back Cover Text (#uccf876a4-eed1-52fc-aa5e-6b38ecdf185c)

Introduction (#ub35458de-8ec8-5239-97fd-ff7d833c1fd1)

One Night With Consequences (#ulink_cd6bd606-d676-5402-88ec-1572b0b9dd95)

Title Page (#ud0de6c18-5e24-594f-a2cd-daa894775179)

About the Author (#u6aabd84e-5b54-5c65-bab7-9d1613c12bfa)

Dedication (#u341ddaa6-ce13-5e72-9428-3233139558c1)

CHAPTER ONE (#ulink_958c1f76-f59f-58a1-8daf-8897426d6b6f)

CHAPTER TWO (#ulink_398de1c9-dc0f-522c-9631-01c3bd0bbc27)

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CHAPTER ONE (#ulink_166434c7-91a3-58bc-b8c8-84024eb2e9c8)

LETTY SPENCER HUNCHED her shoulders against the frosty February night as she pushed out of the Brooklyn diner, door swinging behind her. Her body was exhausted after her double shift, but not half as weary as her heart.

It had not been a good day.

Shivering in her threadbare coat, Letty lowered her head against the biting wind on the dark street. Snow flurries brushed against her exposed skin.

“Letitia.” The voice was low and husky behind her. Letty’s back snapped straight.

No one called her Letitia anymore, not even her father. Letitia Spencer had been the pampered heiress of Fairholme. Letty was just another New York waitress struggling to make ends meet for her family.

And that voice sounded like...

He sounded like...

Gripping her purse strap tight, she slowly turned around.

And lost her breath.

Darius Kyrillos stood against a glossy black sports car parked on the street. Dark-haired and dark-eyed, he was devastatingly handsome and powerful in his well-cut suit and black wool coat, standing beneath the softly falling snowflakes illuminated by a streetlight.

For a moment, Letty struggled to make sense of what her eyes were telling her. Darius? Here?

“Did you see this?” her father had said excitedly that morning, spreading the newspaper across their tiny kitchen counter. “Darius Kyrillos sold his company for twenty billion dollars!” He looked up, his eyes unfocused with painkillers, his recently broken arm awkward in a sling. “You should call him, Letty. Make him love you again.”

After ten years, her father had said Darius’s name out loud. He’d broken the unspoken rule. She’d fled, mumbling that she’d be late for work.

But it had affected her all day, making her clumsily drop trays and forget orders. She’d even dumped a plate of eggs and bacon on a customer. It was a miracle she hadn’t been fired.

No, Letty thought, unable to breathe. This was the miracle. Right now.

Darius.

She took a step toward him on the sidewalk, her eyes wide.