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Chapter 12 – A Line We Can’t Cross
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Burning Desire Chapter 12 – A Line We Can’t Cross
The walk back to Blackstone Publishing was quieter, but something had changed. We weren’t just boss and intern anymore. There was a certain current between us, something unspoken but heavy. It lingered in the way our shoulders brushed as we walked. In the way his hand hovered slightly behind me when we crossed the street, like he was debating whether or not to guide me forward. It was nothing. As we reached the entrance of the building, I hesitated. I wasn’t sure why, but I felt like if I walked inside now, something between us would snap back to the way it was before. Nathaniel must have sensed it too because he didn’t move either. "Sir," I said finally, my voice softer than I intended. "Thank you. For dinner." He nodded, slipping his hands into his pockets. "Don’t get used to it." I let out a small laugh. "Of course not." why would I? I turned to go, but before I could take another step, his voice stopped me. "Hannah." I turned back. Nathaniel’s jaw clenched
Burning Desire Chapter 11 – Sparks in the Shadows
Nathaniel was avoiding the case. I was sure of it now. But that wasn’t my problem. If he didn’t want to do his job, then fine. I’d do it without him. I spent the rest of the afternoon buried in old articles, tracing connections between the fire victims. The deeper I went, the clearer the pattern became. These weren’t just random incidents, they were deliberate. Someone was silencing people, one fire at a time. The thought sent a chill through me. My fingers hovered over my keyboard as I stared at the web of notes I’d pinned to my screen. The same names kept coming up in different reports, scattered across years, connected by nothing except the fires that had destroyed their lives. This wasn’t a coincidence. Lost in my work, I barely noticed when the newsroom started emptying out. The sky outside had darkened, the city lights casting a faint glow through the windows. I stretched, my neck stiff from hours of staring at my screen. I wasn’t done yet. Not even close "Still her
Burning Desire Chapter 10 – The Unfinished Puzzle
The sound of my keyboard filled the quiet space around me, a rhythmic tapping that matched the beat of my thoughts. Notes, timelines, theories—I had everything in front of me, yet the pieces still didn’t fit. The fires weren’t random. I could feel it. But without solid proof, it was just a gut feeling. I sighed, rubbing my temples. The newsroom bustled with activity, but at my little desk, it felt like I was working alone. Well, almost alone. I looked over at the other interns, I never really knew what they were up to. Nathaniel never really gave us what to do aside from a few reports to write here and there. If I hadn't been doing this fire case with him, I'd be almost jobless. I glanced toward Nathaniel’s office. He sat at his desk, sleeves rolled up, fingers lazily spinning a pen between them as he stared at his screen. His expression was unreadable, but I had been around him long enough to know when someone was just pretending to work. He had barely contributed to the investiga
Burning Desire Chapter 9 – Unspoken Truths
The offices of Montgomery & Chase were exactly what I expected—polished, intimidating, and completely impersonal. The air smelled of expensive coffee and fresh ink, and the walls were lined with framed case victories, as if reminding visitors that this firm didn’t lose. Nathaniel and I stepped through the glass doors, and I adjusted my blazer, trying to look more confident than I felt. This was my first real field assignment, and while I wasn’t about to admit it, I was nervous. Nathaniel, on the other hand, looked completely at ease—bored, even. He barely glanced around as he approached the receptionist. “Nathaniel Rhodes. We’re here to see one of your senior partners regarding an ongoing investigation.” The receptionist, a sharp-eyed woman with dark-rimmed glasses, barely looked impressed. “Do you have an appointment?” Nathaniel exhaled, clearly expecting this. “Tell Mr. Ashford that it concerns recent fire-related incidents.” Her gaze flickered with something- Recognition? Ei
Burning Desire Chapter 8
I had barely settled into my seat when a familiar voice made me freeze. “The report on last night’s fire.” Nathaniel. I looked up just as he dropped a folder on my desk without so much as a glance my way. I barely had time to respond before he was already walking off toward his own desk, sleeves rolled up, posture rigid. I exhaled sharply. Of course. No “good morning,” no instructions. Just another case dumped on me while he pretended I didn’t exist. But I wasn’t going to let him keep dismissing me. I grabbed the file and followed him to his desk. “Sir, what exactly am I looking for?” I asked, keeping my voice professional but firm. Nathaniel finally looked at me, his cold gray eyes scanning me like I was an annoying pop-up ad on his screen. “Patterns,” he said simply. “If you’re going to be working on this case, you should be able to find them yourself.” I clenched my jaw, refusing to let his indifference get to me. “And if I do find something?” “Then we’ll talk.” I stared
Burning Desire chapter 7- Following the ashes
(Hannah’s POV) The smell of burnt wood and ash still lingered in the air as I stepped over the caution tape. The building had been nothing more than a quiet corner bookstore—one I’d passed dozens of times without much thought. Now, it was a skeleton of charred beams and shattered glass. I swallowed hard. Standing here, in the middle of what was once a thriving business, made everything feel more real. This wasn’t just a story; it was someone’s life in ruins. Nathaniel walked a few steps ahead of me, his hands shoved in his pockets as he studied the wreckage. The morning sun reflected off the broken windows, casting sharp shadows across his face. He looked… distant. I clutched my notepad tighter. “The fire report said it started in the storage room,” I said, scanning the area. “The owner, Mr. Langston, barely made it out in time. If he hadn’t smelled the smoke…” I let the sentence hang, the implication clear. Nathaniel didn’t respond. I glanced at him, waiting for some kind
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