LOGINHer hands moved from my shoulders to my face, her palms cupping my jaw, her thumbs stroking my cheeks. It was a gesture of such unexpected tenderness it nearly undid me. Her eyes, dark and dazed, locked onto mine. In them, I saw not the woman I had wronged, but the woman I was with, in this moment,
Her hand anchored hard against the back of my head, fingers tangling in my hair, holding me exactly where she needed me. For a moment, I wasn't the man who had failed her. I was just a man giving her pleasure. She said my name once, twice, the third time broken completely, and her whole body arched
Edward's POV Her mouth was on mine when I got the door open. I walked her backward into the room, the city lights filtering through the window in thin strips that barely illuminated the space. Her hands were already at my collar, working open the buttons of my shirt with an urgency that sent a jol
Alicia's POV The restaurant Edmund had not arranged. Edward had seen it from the car on the second day and remembered it. No assistant. No agenda attached to the table. We walked there. He asked about Lily before we reached the first corner. "Is she still seeing the cardiologist every three mon
I ordered wine. The work wasn't finished. The room was quieter. She took the glass without comment. Drank. Set it down and kept writing. She spoke about the eastern corridor communities directly, without framing or adjustment, as if they existed in the room with us. Her hand moved as she talked, m
Edward's POV The door opened behind me. No knock. She came in already talking. "I need your numbers from Rotterdam before we fix anything else," she said. "The version you gave him assumes—" She stopped. I didn't turn immediately. Just reached for the towel, dragged it once over my face, then
Edward's POV The estate gates opened as I pulled through. I hadn't decided to come here. My hands had just turned the wheel. Away from the convention center. Away from the exhibition hall where Alicia had stood in front of sixty-three press outlets and proven she didn't need anything I'd ever giv
Alicia's POV Twelve fifty. The cab slowed at a red light three blocks from the address. I glanced at my phone, though nothing had changed. The text sat there exactly as it had all morning, plain, unambiguous. Lunch. 1 o’clock. 140 Franklin St. Buzzer 4B. “Almost there,” the driver said, catchin
The world tilted. “What?” “Edward Valentine. Your soon-to-be ex-husband. He’s my brother.” “What Edward?” My chest tightened, breath stalling. “No.” I shook my head. “That’s not possible.” “Alicia.” “You can’t be his brother.” My hand went for the door. “You can’t.” “I didn’t tell you because
Edward's POV I was already standing. Didn't remember deciding to. My chair had scraped back, my hands were flat on the table, and I was staring at her as if she'd materialized out of nothing. She looked different. Not the careful elegance she used to wear for my mother’s approval. This was confi







