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green eyes that pulled him into a place where they shared a life.
    Except not right now.
    Those eyes glared at him with fury, their depths lit with a golden glow — a combination of her ivy and her fury.
    He wished his lungs would work, he needed air. The burning consumed his chest the same way the grief of knowing she was dead had for all these years.
    His snow leopard was making a sound that Dane would have sworn was purring, only he knew his feline didn’t purr.
    What the fuck?
    His nerve endings played havoc on his body and mind, sending message after message that conflicted.
    He swallowed, over and over.
    “Glory.”
    She took a step back, as if two feet between them wasn’t enough. “Dane.” Her voice was laced with vitriol. She gave him a tightlipped smile. “I’m here to see Mr. Shelby.”
    Dane stepped to the side to allow her space to pass.
    She walked past him, her pulse beating a fast tempo.
    His own heartbeat settled in on hers and matched it,
    He inhaled deeply, sucking in as much air as he could.
    Big mistake.
    Big fucking mistake.
    What he pulled in was her essence. The scent of her hatred for him. And something else. Another emotion lingered in her scent — the aroma of her desire.
    She might hate him, but a part of her still wanted him.
    His snow leopard’s purring sounds turned to chuffs of satisfaction.
    Yeah, well, just because you think her ivy still wants you, don’t forget her human hates us, he reminded his leopard.
    His leopard snarled an argument back.
    Dane shut him out, not willing to pay attention to his feline anymore. It would be folly to do so. He could tell from her expression and her scent that there was no hope for redemption. She was bound and determined to hate him.
    That didn’t stop him from appraising her curves as she walked away. The way her hips swayed under the sundress, the way the fabric clung to every curve, reminding him of the heavenly body beneath the material. A body that was meant for him.
    Used to be meant for me, he reminded himself. Used to be.
    He heaved a sigh out as quietly as he could. A large exhaled whoosh of breath that pushed his hope out along with the lungful he’d taken in.
    Now to find out what the hell my uncle had in mind when he had that will drawn up.
    And to see how Glory fit in.

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    G lory’s hands were shaking . Her heart palpitated in her chest. Her body was covered in a film of sweat.
    He’s here. He’s actually here.
    And he had the nerve to look her in the eye and not say a word of apology for breaking her heart. For not being there for her when she lost her family.
    How could he look so good? How could he possibly look better than he did on the screen? The rugged planes of his face that had haunted her nights had nothing on the real thing. The way his eyes gleamed, the flash of blue in the gray depths was something she’d never seen on the camera. The only time she’d seen that was when they were together.
    The blue of his snow leopard. She knew what the leopard was doing. It was reaching for her ivy. It was trying to reestablish the bond they’d had once.
    As soon as her ivy had tried to respond, she’d shoved her ivy back as far into the recesses of her mind as she could. There would be none of that.
    His chest was wider. His torso narrowed to a V that showcased abs, even beneath a black T-shirt. Dane’s muscle pushed the sleeves out, forcing the fabric to wrap around flesh banded with steel.
    Where is Mr. Shelby?
    She’d be damned if she was going to ask Dane. She’d find out on her own. She had nothing to say to him.
    “Mr. Shelby?”
    “In here, dear.” The older man’s voice called to her from the direction of the breakfast nook she’d sat at with Dane when they’d been younger.
    Keeping her eyes focus in front of her, not looking around, not wanting to sink into a vat of memories, she made a beeline for his voice.
    She strode into the room and found him rising to his feet.
    Mr. Shelby held out his hand.