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Prologue

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This party blows The words flitted through Libby Lawson’s —as she propped up a wall and watched people ere really no h too loud, and hook up with careless abandon

This wasn’t Libby’s usual scene Not that she had a usual scene Her work as a sous-chef at a tiny but exclusive restaurant in London’s Soho kept her ues had insisted on dragging her out to soht of the week And then had immediately abandoned her

Libby had no real clue whose party this was, and, after being hit on by several randouys—and one drunk chick—she was about ready to make a discreet exit

Her feet were killing her; she wasn’t used to the stilettos her flatmate had convinced her to wear Libby was all about practical footwear Why anyone would want to wear four-inch spikes on their feet was beyond her

She ran disinterested eyes rapidly over the gathering of slightly too perfect people and froze when her gazestare

Greyson Chapnition, shock, and awareness ih her body and froze her on the spot God, talk about a blast from the past

Evenwas the fact that when he looked up andhis serious gaze felt like a jolt of electricity shooting through her entire body He maintained eye contact, and she shoved herself away fros toward her

As an impressionable teen, Libby had always been fascinated by Greyson’s dark mysteriousness By co his tas an open book But Greyson had intrigued her with his silences, his brooding, and his emotional distance from even those closest to him She had followed him everywhere, until he had called her a stalker and told her to back off At fourteen to his eighteen, she had retreated, hu to have her crush talk to her like that

He’d gone to Yale in the United States soon after that confrontation, and she had continued with her life Seeing him only rarely on his returns hoone off to culinary school

“Olivia” His dark, deep voice sent a shudder of intense fah her, and her nipples beaded instantly