"Eth... Ethan... he... I..." stuttered Chloe, her voice breaking as months of repressed longing collided with the crushing reality of her current nightmare.
McKenzie's smile didn't drop, but it curdled. He wasn't a warrior, but he was a shark in the boardroom; he could smell the history between them like blood in the water. His face distorted for a fraction of a second—a flash of pure, ugly jealousy—before he forced his composure back into place. He reached out a hand, aiming to pull Chloe back toward him, a desperate attempt to mark his territory in front of the most powerful man in the room.
"Is something the matter, my love?" asked McKenzie, his voice dripping with a forced, sugary possessiveness.
He never reached her.
