LOGINEmma’s POVBy sunset, exhaustion finally caught up with me. The kind that sinks into your bones and makes even beautiful things feel heavy.I sat back in my chair at the long table set near the shore, the sky melting into shades of gold and pink, the ocean reflecting it like it was trying to keep the light for itself. Laughter drifted around me—glasses clinking, someone telling a loud story at the far end, forks scraping against plates—but I barely registered any of it.I was tired.Not just physically. Emotionally. Mentally. The kind of tired that came from spending the entire day pretending I was unaffected.I pushed my food around my plate, appetite gone, and stared at the horizon instead.Breathe, Emma.“You okay?” someone asked from across the table.“Yeah, thanks,” I lied automatically. “Just enjoying the view.”Which was half true. The view was stunning. It just wasn’t calming me the way I’d hoped.I felt him before I saw him.Lucas sat a few seats away, engaged in conversation
Brandon’s POV“Oh, hi,” Natalie said, looking up from her desk. “I didn’t know you were coming here.”I hadn’t known how she’d react—surprised, guarded, annoyed, perhaps? I’d come here just to see her. My feet led me here because I was looking for her and I just wanted to hear her voice, feel her presence. “We were just talking,” Dylan said smoothly, stepping in before I could answer, “about what you’ve done to protect York International from Vivian’s mess.”I shifted my weight and stepped fully into the office, the doorframe no longer enough of a boundary.“Ah,” I said lightly. “Yes. That.”My gaze drifted back to Natalie without permission. She met my eyes then, offering a small, polite smile—and something warm and familiar flared in my chest before I could stop it.Damn it.I cleared my throat. “That’s largely thanks to Natalie,” I said, letting my eyes linger a second too long. “She’s been… invaluable.”Her smile didn’t change, but I noticed the flicker behind her eyes. Caution.
Natalie’s POVIt felt good to be back here at my old office in Sterling & Co. It gave me some calm and peace of mind, reminding me of the life I used to have when excitement was limited to just the courtrooms. I lined up folders on my desk, edges perfectly aligned, labels facing the same direction, pretending that order on the surface could somehow quiet the noise in my head. It was a habit—one I leaned on when I needed control, when I needed to calm myself down and not think about things I didn’t want to think about.About him.I told myself Brandon wasn’t here. That he wasn’t in this building, this city, this space in my thoughts I kept circling back to no matter how hard I tried to focus.Breathe, Natalie.I slid another file into place just as my email chimed.I froze.Slowly, I turned back to my desk and opened my laptop, already bracing myself.From: Atty. MorganLet me know your availability this week so we can finalize a meeting—with Brandon present.My stomach dropped.I sta
Nathan’s POVI shouldn’t have gone to the pantry.I’d told myself I was just grabbing coffee. Five minutes. In and out. Something to keep my hands busy while my mind spiraled through supplier numbers and Brunner’s cowardly retraction.Then I saw them.Carmilla was perched on the counter, legs crossed, a paper bag open beside her. Jason Andrews stood too close—too comfortable—holding a fork like he was mid-story, making her laugh.Not polite laughter.Real laughter. Something I had never seen her do with me. Not that we ever talked about anything funny or light. Something hot and ugly twisted in my chest.“And then he says,” Jason continued, grinning, “—sir, that’s not a feature, that’s a bug.”Carmilla laughed, throwing her head back. “No. Stop. That’s terrible.”“Admit it,” Jason said. “You love it.”She did. I could tell. Her shoulders were relaxed. Her guard was down.I cleared my throat, but neither of them noticed. So I took a step closer.“Carmilla.”She startled, turning so fa
Emma’s POVThank God he was asleep—and lightly snoring—on the couch when I slipped back into the villa later that night.I froze for a second by the door, my heart hammering, half-expecting him to wake up and look at me with those eyes that had undone me so completely. But he didn’t stir. The steady, unbothered rise and fall of his chest felt like a mercy.I grabbed my things quietly and went straight to bed, turning my back to the room like it might betray me if I lingered.Sleep came in fragments.By morning, I was up before the sun had fully decided to rise.I showered, dressed, and tied my hair back with brisk efficiency, moving with the kind of urgency usually reserved for escapes. I didn’t want alone time. I didn’t want awkward silence. I didn’t want to see him before I’d fully rebuilt the walls I’d let crumble.So I left.The beach was already awake when I got there—soft light, gentle waves, a breeze that felt clean and forgiving. I inhaled deeply, letting myself absorb the bea
Emma’s POVLucas kissed me like he’d been holding back for weeks. Like he was done pretending. His hand slid from my chin to the side of my neck, thumb brushing just beneath my ear, and the sensation alone made my knees weaken.I kissed him back.God help me, I kissed him back. With great desire and passion.The room seemed to shrink, the air thick and heavy, my pulse loud enough to drown out the ocean beyond the balcony. His other hand found my waist, fingers pressing firmly, pulling me closer until there was no space left to pretend this was harmless.I gasped against his mouth when his lips dipped lower, along my jaw, my throat. My hands slid into his hair, tugging without thinking, and he groaned softly—low, dangerous, like a sound he wasn’t meant to make.“Emma,” he murmured, breath hot against my skin. My name sounded different on his lips. Less teasing. More… intent.That should’ve been my warning.Instead, I let him push me down on the bed. Let him climb over me as our lips pr







