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\u201cYou don\u2019t have to stay in Tucson, dad.\u201d He let out a laugh. \u201c\u2018Course I do. It\u2019s my home, baby.\u201d Henry pressed a kiss to her temple. She shook her head. \u201cNo. Your home is with your family. Now that grandma\u2019s passed, you\u2019re alone there.\u201d \u201cWhere would I go?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHere?\u201d Sascha shrugged. \u201cI\u2019m a billionaire, didn\u2019t you know? I think I can afford to keep my father in the style he\u2019s become accustomed to.\u201d Her words had a bark of laughter escaping him. \u201cThink you can keep me in pork rinds and IPA, huh?\u201d Her lips twitched. \u201cI figure as much.\u201d Silence fell between them, and though she\u2019d almost expected him to shrug off the offer, he surprised her, a few moments later, murmuring, \u201cI\u2019ll think about it.\u201d<\/p>\n

OceanofPDF.com Chapter Seven Devon sat back in the armchair that was his alone. Well, he\u2019d share it with Sascha, but nobody else was allowed to touch it. It was cushioned and cozy, held his ass just right, and cosseted his spine in a way that made him feel like he was in bed.<\/p>\n

Sometimes, after Sean had gone to his bedroom, Devon would sneak down here to Sean\u2019s study and sleep in the chair. Not that he had to sneak. Sean\u2019s office was open season, after all. Even when he was working on a case, his blackboard out, with case files pinned to it as he tried to figure out the solution to some psychopath\u2019s riddle, he had an open door. \u201cWhat\u2019s wrong?\u201d Sean asked, not looking up from his computer when Devon had settled in his rightful place.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhy does anything have to be wrong?\u201d Devon asked with a scowl. \u201cBecause you\u2019re not working and it\u2019s still only the afternoon?\u201d Devon rubbed at his chest. There was an ache there, and he wasn\u2019t sure why it wouldn\u2019t go away. He\u2019d already Googled \u2018how a heart attack starts,\u2019 and though he had one of the symptoms, the rest were absent.<\/p>\n

Not that that gave him much relief. \u201cDo you think she\u2019ll leave us now that she\u2019s rich?\u201d The question popped out of his mouth, and Kurt, who was sitting in his usual spot, came out of his writing daze to demand, \u201cWhy would you even think that?\u201d \u201cKurt,\u201d Sean said gruffly. \u201cDon\u2019t be hard on him.\u201d To Devon, he murmured, \u201cTell me your reasoning.\u201d He gnawed at his lip, and worked through the thoughts that had been flooding him these past few days. Since the tango class, Sascha had undoubtedly perked up.<\/p>\n

She was happier all around. He\u2019d even heard her singing an old Sinatra song down in the kitchen. But\u2026 money changed people. \u201cJanna wanted our money.\u201d \u201cSascha never has,\u201d Kurt countered. \u201cNo, but we didn\u2019t think Janna did either, did we? Yet she did.\u201d \u201cSascha\u2019s not avaricious.\u201d \u201cI know that,\u201d Devon snapped, aggravated at Kurt\u2019s short- sightedness.<\/p>\n

\u201cBut\u2026 what\u2019s the advantage of being with us if it isn\u2019t the money?\u201d<\/p>\n

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or to actual events or locales is entirely coincidental. All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, without written permission from the author.<\/p>\n

Copyright \u00a9 Gemma Mazurke 2018 This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This ebook may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each recipient. If you\u2019re reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then please return to your favorite ebook retailer and purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author. WEBSITE FACEBOOK TWITTER MAILING LIST OceanofPDF.com Contents Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine Chapter Ten Chapter Eleven Chapter Twelve PERRY AND HER PRINCES OceanofPDF.com With thanks\u2026<\/p>\n

To Mum. For making this insanity possible. To Dylan. For making me realize this kind of love was possible. OceanofPDF.com Chapter One The keys were in her hand before she knew what was happening. From the kitchen, there was silence. Her father wasn\u2019t shouting after her. Wasn\u2019t even calling her name. He\u2019d dropped the bombshell of the century moments before, and was seemingly content for her to just run off. It shouldn\u2019t have stung.<\/p>\n

It really shouldn\u2019t have, not when she was the one running away, but it did. A frenzy was whipping and stirring in her head with the force of a twister. It was nothing to the migraines she\u2019d been enduring since she\u2019d been hit by a damn car, but she feared she\u2019d reached her breaking point. Sascha Dubois was made of strong stuff, but after learning the truth of her heritage, enough was enough.<\/p>\n

Though she wanted to slam the door to the five-story Kensington villa, Sascha knew it would have the men who lived within its hallowed walls flocking to her. Not only were those men her employers, they were more. They were her lovers. She loved them, and as far as she could figure out, they loved her. Some had told her, others were watchful of their tongues. But love didn\u2019t have to be spoken to be felt.<\/p>\n

To be shown. That thought was grounding, and that sensation brought with it relief because in the whole amount of crazy that was going down, they were there to keep her balanced.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

This is a short excerpt from the opening of “” by Unknown, quoted for review and introduction purposes. All rights belong to the copyright holders.<\/em><\/p>\n

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