Keira stared out the small oval window as the tarmac rolled beneath them, her stomach churning with a combination of takeoff nerves and sheer disbelief at how quickly her life had spun out of control.

Just two hours ago she'd been standing in her apartment in a bathrobe, arguing with Alexei about fake engagements and his father's need for damage control.

Now she was buckled into buttery leather seats aboard Alexei's jet, watching New York shrink beneath the clouds.

"Are you okay?" Alexei ...