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
Her hands. Both of them. One at my arm, one flat against my chest. "I have you." The voice from the road. Low. Certain. "Stay still." "I'm not—" "Couch." She moved me the way she'd moved me in that hospital room. Knowing where the sling was. Knowing the ribs. Not being told once. And I let her,
Alicia's POV The drive from the hospital took twenty minutes. I made every light green. Took the turns on autopilot. My hands knew the route even when my head was somewhere else. The hospital smell was on my clothes. I noticed it when I stopped at a red light and the air in the car went still. An
His lips moved. "...How long?" Low. Strained. Like the words cost more than they should have. "Since yesterday." He watched me. A beat longer than necessary. "You didn't go home." Not a question. Just a fact he had already arrived at before saying it aloud. "I stepped out a few times." I kept
Alicia's POV The engine settled into a rhythm I hadn't realized I’d been missing. For days now, every drive had been a frantic sprint toward the next crisis. This morning, there was only the envelope on the passenger seat, its corner tucked against the scuff on the leather I’d made last month. The







