C14 THE MORNING AFTER

**Kieran**

I had dealt with ruthless businessmen.

Boardroom wars.

Hostile takeovers.

But nothing prepared me for the average blonde standing frozen in the doorway of my hotel suite.

Her emerald eyes were glued to my bare chest.

More specifically…

The scar running across my ribs.

For a second she looked… disturbed.

Like she’d seen it before.

Interesting