Her manicured fingers tightened almost invisibly around Brandon’s arm.
“Maddie Hayes,” Savannah said smoothly. “I heard you’d vanished.”
Maddie finally pulled her hand from the crib rail. “People hear many things in this city.”
Savannah’s smile widened by half an inch.
Brandon still had not spoken.
That unsettled Maddie more than if he had exploded.
Because Brandon Moretti was never silent unless he was thinking.
And Brandon thinking was dangerous.
His eyes moved over her carefully now, cataloging details the way he once memorized the exits of every room he entered.
The loose coat.
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