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CHAPTER SEVENTY SIX: The Corridor
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Liam’s POVMy hand stays against my cheek.Her small finger was warm, smelling of sugar and butter. The dampness of my tear is still on my skin, drying in the warm air of the bakery, and it feels like a brand.I stand up slowly. My knees ache from the hard tile floor, my damp white shirt cold against my back, but inside my chest, everything is on fire.Across the room, Willa climbs back onto the wooden bench. She picks up her silver fork, completely unbothered, and finally takes a tiny bite of her cake. Ace is still shouting about the jam inside his slice. Grey is quietly examining his new compass, turning the silver casing in his hands to watch the needle float.My children.Three small people who carry my eyes, wearing silver crowns on their birthday, eating cake in a bakery while another man holds their mother’s hand under the table.I see it. I know Julian’s hand is under that white tablecloth. I see the angle of
I Left Broken and Fat, I Came Back His Boss With Triplets CHAPTER SEVENTY SIX: The Corridor
Emma’s POVJulian fills the narrow doorway.His shoulders block out the bright yellow light from the café, casting a long, dark shadow down the pantry corridor where Liam and I stand inches apart. His coat is off, his dark suit jacket fitting square across his chest, and his eyes... dark, amber, and unreadable... drop directly to Liam’s hand hovering near my face.The silence between the three of us is so thick I can hear the flour dust settling on the floor tiles.Liam does not drop his hand immediately.His fingers stay trembling an inch from my lip, his body vibrating with a wild, possessive heat that fills the narrow space between us. His white shirt is still damp from the rain outside, sticking to his chest, his breathing heavy and ragged. He turns his head slowly to face Julian, his grey eyes narrowing into two sharp slits of pure, unadulterated poison."Get out of the hallway, Beaumont," Liam says.His voice is low, raspy, carrying the raw, dangerous edge of a man who has reach
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Emma’s POVThe warmth of Philippe’s bakery hits us the moment we cross the threshold.The air inside is thick with the scent of melted butter, toasted sugar, and dark espresso. Outside, the rain taps a soft, steady rhythm against the glass, but inside, the café is bright and golden.Liam follows us through the door.His leather soles squeak against the mosaic tile floor. He pulls off his wet coat, hanging it on the wooden rack by the entrance, and stands there in a damp white shirt that clings to his broad shoulders. Without his tailored suit jacket, without his executive pass, without the polished armor he has worn for a decade, he looks stripped down to his bones.Julian holds the door for me as I pass, his broad hand coming to rest naturally against the small of my back. The heat of his palm seeps through the heavy wool of my emerald coat, grounding me, claiming his place beside me.Liam sees the touch.I watch his grey eyes darken, the muscle along his jaw tightening so hard a fai
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I Left Broken and Fat, I Came Back His Boss With Triplets CHAPTER SEVENTY THREE: The Sacred Boundary
Emma’s POVEleanor stands at the base of the marble staircase, her gloved hand pressed against her throat, tears tracking through the dust and rain on her cheeks. Above us, three pairs of grey eyes stare down through the wrought-iron banister.Ace tilts his head, his plastic green dinosaur clutched in his fist. "Mama, why is the lady looking at us like that?"Grey does not ask. He sits on the top step, his hands flat on his knees, his small brow pinched as he observes Eleanor's face with that quiet, terrifying intensity he carries everywhere.Willa takes three steps down the stairs, her small bare feet making no sound against the marble. She holds her rabbit against her shoulder, her thumb in her mouth, her eyes locked on Eleanor's face."She is sad, Ace," Willa says around her thumb.I step directly between the staircase and Eleanor Carson.My heart is pounding against my ribs like a trapped bird, but my voice comes out cold, hard, and unbroken. "Do not step toward them, Eleanor."El
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