AUTHORS POV
Tessa went straight home from the board meeting even though he had plan to go get a new tablet for dean, she had promised she would get him one.
The late afternoon sun slanted through the curtains of Tessa’s living room in warm, golden bars, but she barely noticed.
She stood by the window, arms wrapped tightly around herself, staring out at the quiet street and sweet nothings.
Every instinct in her body still brewed with adrenaline from the morning’s encounter—her triumph at Genmark’s boardroom and the shock of seeing Pedro again, so close after five years.
The front door clicked open, and Tessa turned, relief flooding her face.
Her family was back.
Clarissa entered, guiding Dean by the hand and holding Sofia in her arms. The two children were flushed from their afternoon out, excited energy bubbling up in chatter and laughter.
“Look at you two,” Tessa said, moving toward them. Her voice wavered, but she managed to smile. She knelt, scooping Dean into her arms. “How was
