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Chapter 660
Chapter 660:
“I love you,” he said, simply and directly, the words settling in the air between them like held breath. “I’ve loved you since before you were married, since before the world knew your name. I love the way your mind works. I love your cruelty and your kindness. I love p>
The door swung open.
Not forced — unlocked, the electronic mechanism overridden — but the effect was the same. June’s hand moved instinctively toward her bag.
Crawford Love stepped through the doorway.
He wore a charcoal suit, tie perfectly knotted, shoes polished to a mirror finish. He looked like a man who had come directly from a board meeting, which was impossible given where they were, which meant he had done this deliberately.
“Love.” Brogan was already on his feet, his body positioning itself between Crawford and June. “This is a private suite p>
“Is it?” Crawford’s voice was mild. His eyes were not. They found June immediately, tracking over her with a hunger that made her jaw tighten. “My apologies. My suite’s climate control has apparently failed. The manager suggested I might share yours p>
He held up a black card with the Love Media Group logo. “I own thirty percent of this building, Clements. Technically, you’re sitting in my living room p>
Brogan’s jaw tightened. “We have a contract for this space p>
“Contracts.” Crawford smiled without warmth and walked past Brogan as if he weren’t there, crossing to the bar and pouring himself a measure of champagne. “Lovely things. So binding. Until they’re not p>
He turned and leaned against the bar, his posture deceptively relaxed. June could see the tension in his shoulders, the way his free hand slowly curled and uncurled at his side.
𝗦a𝘃𝗲 уo𝘶r 𝗳a𝘃𝘰𝗿𝗂𝗍𝗲 𝗇𝘰v𝖾l𝗌 оո 𝗴а𝗅𝗇о𝗏еlѕ.𝖼𝘰m
“You’re looking well, June.” His voice dropped, carrying an intimacy that had nothing to do with volume. “The concert agrees with you p>
“You’re not welcome here, Crawford.” Her voice was absolute zero. “Leave p>
“Am I not?” He moved away from the bar, toward the sofa, toward her. “I thought we were allies. I thought—” he stopped close enough that she could smell cedar and something darker beneath it “—I thought I had earned the right to worry about you p>
Brogan stepped into his path. “Back off p>
Crawford didn’t glance at him. His eyes remained fixed on June, searching for any crack in her composure.
“She’s tired, Clements. Can’t you see that? You’re exhausting her with your expectations, your needs, your—” his lip curled “—romantic gestures p>
“And you’re what?” June asked, her voice cutting through the tension cleanly. “A breath of fresh air p>
She stood and moved between them, her presence forcing both men to step back.
“If you want to fight,” she said, looking from one to the other, “take it to the hallway. I’m here for the music p>
Crawford’s expression shifted — something dangerous surfaced briefly, then was submerged. He raised both hands in a gesture of mock surrender.
“Of course. You’re absolutely right.” He crossed to the far sofa and settled onto it with unhurried grace. “I’ll be perfectly quiet. You won’t even know I’m here p>
Brogan’s hands were fists at his sides. June touched his arm lightly — a gesture of restraint that felt simultaneously like a necessity and a small betrayal.
“Sit,” she murmured. “Please p>
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