"Work," Scarlett repeated, her voice laced with bitterness. Standing in the opulent master suite of the Green Garden mansion, she felt like a stranger once again. "Of course, Julian. Everything in our lives eventually comes down to a contract, doesn't it?"
"Scarlett, please... just trust me this time."
"Go, Julian," she whispered softly, turning away. "I have my own filming here with Sean. Let's see which of us forgets the way home first."
***
One week later, the biting chill of Manhattan was replaced by the scorching heat of Los Angeles. Julian stood in Studio 5 at Warner Bros., where pre-production for Eternal Flame was underway.
"You look like a mess, Julian. Did the New York air make you soft?"
Selena Harrington glided toward him. As the sole heiress of the Harrington dynasty, she possessed it all: lethal beauty, political leverage in the film industry, and a burning ambition to reclaim what she believed was rightfully hers, Julian Caldwell.
