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cup across the room. Her dreams as shattered as the broken cup, Honor turned her back to the mess and walked away.

three

Present day
San Saria Island, Florida Keys

    Clemmons is dead .
    Seth stared down at the crumpled note. Why he’d held on to it, he had no idea. The fact that Hector Clemmons was dead had made no real difference in his life. Though the man had received the death penalty, he’d survived barely five months of incarceration. A knife to the gut wasn’t exactly the easy way out, but it had been much less than what the bastard had deserved.
    Still, it hadn’t changed Seth’s life. Or what his future held. He’d accepted long ago that taking down Clemmons would destroy much of him. Had actually thought he’d be found out before he could accomplish his goal and that he’d end up in the river with cement blocks tied to his legs. Clemmons had done that with a few who’d double-crossed him. Seth had been determined to bring him down but had eventually accepted that he wouldn’t live through it. Sometimes he wondered if he had.
    Folding the note, he slid it into his wallet once more. At some point he’d get rid of it, but not today.
    The calendar across the room pulled him from the edge of the bed, where he’d been sitting for what seemed like hours. Focused on today’s date, he moved slowly toward it. He hadn’t marked the day … didn’t see the point. It wasn’t like he would forget that today was both her birthday and the anniversary of when they’d met. Without conscious intent, his fingers touched the small white square, but in his mind, he saw only her face. The memory of their meeting was just as clear and vivid as if it’d been yesterday. He’d come to the party to work and be seen. Clemmons and many of his associates were attending, and it had been one more way to get in front of the man.
    He had been standing, talking to some of Clemmons’s business associates, when she’d walked into the room. Seth had quite literally lost his breath. Job forgotten, his reason for being there no longer important. Mesmerized, he’d walked away in the middle of the conversation, without any explanation.
    Honor’s instincts had been superb. She’d known instantly that someone was watching her. Those golden-green eyes had settled on him and the world had gone away. As he’d approached her, her eyes had widened. She had recognized a predator. Seth had known his expression couldn’t have been pleasant. Hell, he was walking across an overcrowded room full of strangers, dressed in a tuxedo and carrying a full-fledged, cast-iron hard-on. Hell no, he couldn’t have looked the least bit friendly. But instead of running, she’d stood rooted to the floor and watched him approach.
    He’d stopped about a foot from her and found himself speechless. The glib tongue he’d always relied on to get him what he wanted disappeared. Seth had felt like a fifth grader at his first dance wanting to ask the prettiest girl there to step out onto the floor with him. For a man who’d had more girls flocking after him than he wanted to remember, he’d felt like the dumbest and clumsiest of oafs.
    She’d held out her hand and given him a small, simple smile. That’s all it had taken for him to fall in love with her.
    Silently, he’d pulled her out onto the postage-stamp-sized dance floor and, holding her close, started to dance. Instead of telling him to back off, that he was going too fast, holding her too tight, Honor had put her head on his shoulder and glided with him around the small space.
    Later, he’d asked her why she’d gone into his arms so easily. A mysterious smile had curved her beautiful, lush mouth, but she had never answered the question. Seth had instantly forgotten what that question was. When Honor smiled … He’d trade an entire fortune, if he had one, for one of her smiles.
    A harsh breath echoed in the room. What the hell was he doing? Staring at a blank square on a calendar as if it had