Chapter Nineteen

A derisive, strangling sound rose from his throat. He liked his lips as if to rid himself of a really bad taste.

“It’s different,” he said.

Her lips curled. "It's not to me. Bryce, I love you dearly. You're like a big brother to me... the best brother a girl could ask for. I need you to do this for me.. Please”

He huffed, then his expression grew thoughtful again. “I assume you’ve done your research on this man and his company. You know him well?.”

Chloe nodded before he’d even finished. On the surface, Bryce looked and acted laissez-faire. He had all the appearances of a golden-boy jock whose only concern might be fast cars and faster women. But beneath that illusion lay a man who had a deep social conscience.