For Cheyenne, sipping her morning espresso, cross-legged in her beautiful living room. Darren could see the access card sitting next to her phone like just another business proposal.
It probably was how she was viewing it. A merger.
A hostile takeover of his heart, with the other women as minority shareholders to be managed or squeezed out later. He'd spoken her language of dynasties and leverage perfectly.
But this time it was more personal. Ever since he stood up to her in his launch, Cheyenne had been unbearably drawn to that man. So she probably was going to take up this chance, audit the competition and secure her controlling share.
Yet, hiding in the shadows was that favor he owed her.
Darren could never forget.
He could see Penelope, the card held to her chest, her heart hammering against it. He'd called her his "cornerstone."
