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as soon as she read them. Her thoughts wondered to Vance and what kind of man he was. She didn’t know much about him, just a few minor details. Not yet forty, he was handsome, unmarried, and extremely wealthy. He appeared to be excessively generous, donating millions of dollars to various charities around the globe. She didn’t even know where his money came from exactly.
    She didn’t even bother to care. People like that were so far out of her hemisphere, it was almost like they didn’t really exist for her. And yet, here she was. In this house, his house. It was so unbelievable that she wished she had done some research on him.
    Her mind inadvertently turned back to Mr. Reynolds. What a strange man. Disapproval all but radiated from him, though that could just be her nerves. Still, she thought she felt a thread of foreboding slip along her spine, chilling her as the weather outside had not. There was no logical reasoning for this and she immediately chastened herself for it. If this is the way I’m going to act at important functions, maybe I am better off photographing bridges and monuments .
    Before she could follow that train of thought further, the library door opened once again and she turned to find Vance Goldston approaching. She quickly assessed him as he crossed the room. Now this man undeniably fit the bill for the role of a multi-millionaire. Impeccably dressed in a crisp black tuxedo, he was every bit as handsome as she had expected. Under a crop of short, black hair, his clear green eyes sparkled excitedly. An aristocratic nose and a charming smile rounded out his features, making it easy to see why he would capture a lot of people’s attention. The companion at his side was equally attractive, stunning actually. With the face of a goddess and a figure that any model would die for, she was easily one of the most beautiful women Madison had ever seen. Rich, chestnut hair cascaded down past creamy white shoulders, perfectly complemented by a soft sapphire colored dress. Her cornflower-blue eyes flitted over Madison, regarding her slowly and then at once, losing interest.
    Reaching her, Vance grabbed her hand, kissing the back of it lightly. Madison, unprepared for the genteel greeting, was somewhat unsettled as his lips touched her skin. It seemed to be over the top to her, a slight pretentious even and the urge to pull away was immediate. She quelled her reaction, thinking it would be considered rude and this was not the man to offend.
    “Ms. Sinclair. I apologize for keeping you waiting. I had a very important phone call that just couldn’t wait. I’m sure you know how it is. Just when you think you have time to relax, something else comes up that has to be dealt with,” he said, smiling brightly. His voice was soft but it carried with it a subtlety of force, commanding her attention.
    “Yes, of course,” Madison replied lightly, desperately trying not to be overwhelmed by Vance’s presence.
    “Oh, forgive me. Where are my manners? Allow me to introduce Stacy Mears.”
    Although no verbal possession was made, Madison could only guess at their relationship. A girlfriend perhaps? Entirely possible. In the looks department, they were certainly well matched. Smiling politely, she turned to acknowledge the striking woman. Cold indifference painted Stacy’s features. She strolled to the large desk and settled gracefully on its glass-like surface, her long legs crossing perfectly. Taken aback, Madison would never have expected such ill manners from someone so beautiful. It seemed as though Stacy was a perfect example of beauty only being skin deep.
    “I wasn’t aware that such a lovely young woman was to be my photographer for the night or I would have arranged for my driver to meet you,” Vance replied, his overly courteous behavior clashing wildly with Stacy’s.
    Disregarding Stacy, Madison turned her focus back to the job at hand. “That’s quite all right, Mr. Goldston. Actually, I’m filling