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2026-01-17 16:48:28FIONA
“Fiona, did you forget to file the witness statements for the Delaney case?”
My stomach dropped so fast it almost hurt.
I had.
“I’m so sorry, Luna. I meant to do it yesterday, but depositions ran late and it just— I’ll do it now.”
She gave me the look that meant fix it before Mr. Hale notices and walked off.
We were one clerk short and drowning in trial prep. I’d been living off caffeine, bagels, and pure anxiety. My brain felt like static as I disappeared into the file room and started sorting, stamping and organizing.
Robert Delaney’s name glared up at me from every document. Rich and Powerful. Accused of white-collar crime that could bury smaller men. Cases like this sucked the air out of the office. Everyone walked faster. Talked sharper. Slept less.
I worked without stopping.
When I finally checked my phone, my heart stopped.
5:02 PM.
Ten missed calls.
From Reagent premier school.
My blood ran cold.
Flavian.
I was supposed to pick him up.
I shoved the files into their folders and rushed out, barely remembering to grab my bag. Desiree my neighbour couldn’t help today since she has a doctor’s appointment. I had promised myself I wouldn’t mess this up.
I flew to my car, mind racing faster than the engine.
Every red light felt personal. Every slow driver an enemy. My hands gripped the steering wheel so tight my fingers ached.
Please still be there. Please don’t let him think I forgot him.
When I pulled into the school compound, my breath left me in a rush.
He was there.
Sitting alone on a bench.
Small. Patient. Swinging his legs.
Waiting.
I didn’t even park properly. I ran to him and dropped to my knees, pulling him into me.
“I’m so sorry, baby. I’m so, so sorry.”
He hugged me back like nothing was wrong. “It’s okay, Mommy. I did my homework while I waited.”
That broke me more than if he’d cried.
I kissed his hair, his cheeks, his forehead. “You did? That’s amazing. I’m so proud of you.”
I forced my voice steady. “How about banana split sundaes for dinner?”
His face lit up instantly. “Yes!”
Relief bubbled out of me in a shaky laugh.
Then my body went still.
That feeling.
Someone watching.
I turned.
And my relief evaporated.
Him.
FLAVIAN
The board approved my proposal unanimously. As expected.
The principL and a few PTA members walked beside me as we exited, discussing funding and timelines, but my attention snagged on something across the courtyard.
A child. Alone on a bench.
School had ended over an hour ago.
“Why is that child still here?” I asked.
The teacher sighed. “His mother’s late. We’ve called several times.”
I didn’t think. I walked toward him.
He looked up and smiled like he recognized me. “You’re the guy from the cafe the other day.”
I almost laughed.
“My name is Flavian.”
His eyes widened. “Mine too! he said excitedly
Something tightened in my chest.
We talked. He was polite. Independent and mature for his age and too understanding when he mentioned his mother working late all week.
I knew that tone. That quiet acceptance of being second to survival.
“Have you eaten?”
“Mom says no food from strangers.”
“We’re not strangers anymore though, were friends now.”
He grinned.
I walked back to my car, jaw tight.
I’d seen this story before. Loving parent. No time. Child learning not to need too much.
People always think love is enough.
It isn’t.
Before I could stop myself, I took out my phone.
“I’d like to file a report of possible child neglect.”
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Dangerously mine THIRTY-ONE
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Dangerously mine THIRTY
I didn’t realize how fast my heart was beating until he stepped inside.The door closed behind him with a quiet click, but it sounded louder than anything else in the room.My grandmother gave me one last look,knowing before disappearing down the hallway, leaving us alone in the living room.And suddenly there was nowhere left to hide.Flavian didn’t move closer.Didn’t touch me.He just stood there, Looking at me like I had personally rearranged the universe in the worst possible way.“Do you have any idea,” he said quietly, “what you just did to me?”The softness of his tone scared me more than if he had shouted.“I ...”“No.” He ran a hand through his hair, pacing once before stopping again. “No, don’t answer that yet. Because if you tell me you didn’t think about it, I might actually lose my mind.”My throat tightened.“I just needed time,” I whispered.“You turned off your phone.”The words landed like a blow.“I thought something happened to you,” he continued, voice rough now.
Dangerously mine TWENTY-NINE
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Dangerously mine TWENTY-EIGHT
Three months later.Normal had a different meaning now.Life had settled into something steady not perfect, but steady.Sean had not resurfaced.No calls. No sightings. No shadows creeping into her days.Time had moved anyway.And so had she.She was back at work. Back to routines that once felt impossible to reclaim. Back to school runs and grocery lists and quiet nights that no longer felt suffocating.And Flavian…Flavian had rebuilt his world too.He had won his case decisively, the verdict closing a chapter that had haunted him for years. But he hadn’t stopped there.He built something new from the ashes.The Skills Acquisition Center.Tonight was its official launch.And somehow, she was standing at the center of it all not as the architect, but as the person who knew the man behind it.They hadn’t moved in together.Not yet.He had asked.And she had almost said yes.But something in her had needed time. Needed space to let the life she had rebuilt remain hers for a little lon
Dangerously mine TWENTY-SEVEN
The city glittered beneath them like a living constellation.Fiona stood by the floor-to-ceiling window of the penthouse suite, her arms wrapped loosely around herself as she stared at New York unfolding through glass. Behind her, she felt him before she heard him.“You’re thinking too loudly,” he said softly.She smiled without turning. “Is that even a thing?”“It is with you.”His voice was closer now. Lower than usual. She turned slowly.He had taken off his tie. The top buttons of his shirt were undone, the sleeves rolled up carelessly, like a man who had finally stopped pretending to be invincible.And for a moment, she forgot how to breathe.This wasn’t the man who commanded boardrooms or silenced rooms with a glance.This was just… him.Looking at her like she was the only real thing in the world.“You’ve been quiet since dinner,” he said.Fiona hesitated. “It just… feels like a dream.”He didn’t laugh.Didn’t brush it off.Instead, he stepped closer.“If it is,” he murmured,
Dangerously mine TWENTY-SIX
FionaThe kiss still lingered between us when we finally pulled apart.Flavian didn’t move away immediately. His hand was still at my waist, like he wasn’t ready to let go just yet.Neither was I.But then he exhaled softly, like he was forcing himself back into control.“I should walk you to your room,” he said quietly.I nodded, even though a part of me didn’t want the moment to end.We walked the hallway in silence, our steps unhurried. The house had gone completely still, the kind of quiet that only came after a storm had finally passed.We stopped outside my door.I turned to him.And before I could overthink it—“Do you… want to come in?” I asked.The question came out soft. honest.His expression changed instantly.Something deeper surfaced in his eyes. Something raw and conflicted.For a second, I thought he would say yes.Instead, he smiled.“God, I want to,” he admitted quietly.My heart skipped.But then he shook his head.“Not tonight.”I blinked.He lifted his hand and br
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