Chapter 22
- SYBIL EAGAN
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- "Are you gatecrashing?" I asked, staring at the broad shoulders of the man that looked like he didn't quite belong in our impeccable business conference... For starters, he wasn't wearing a suit. He was in a leather jacket, smug-looking black pants, and a black shirt. And I knew he was going to be good-looking before I even saw his face.