로그인Ocean can't get Willow's words out of his head. He's in a meeting with Daniel and three other associates discussing the shipment delays, but he's only half listening. His mind keeps drifting back to the café. To what Willow said. You're in completely different life stages. That's not a partnership. That's you playing father figure. Would you have pursued her under normal circumstances? "Boss?" Ocean looks up. Daniel is staring at him expectantly. Everyone else at the table is looking at him too. "Sorry. What?" "I asked if you wanted us to move the next shipment through Dover instead of Rotterdam. Avoid customs entirely." "Yes. Do that." Ocean tries to focus. "And increase security. Someone on the inside is feeding information. I want to know who." "We're working on it. Michael has some leads." Michael. Ocean's second-in-command for twenty years. Loyal. Trustworthy. If anyone can find the leak, it's him. The meeting continues. Ocean forces himself to pay attention. To make
I'm having coffee at a café near Ocean's office when I see him walking down the street. Perfect timing. I wave to get his attention. He sees me and for a second I think he might keep walking. But his manners are too ingrained. He comes over. "Willow. What are you doing here?" "Just having coffee. Join me?" I gesture to the empty chair across from me. "I'm on my way to a meeting." "Five minutes. Please. I promise I won't keep you long." He hesitates, then sits down. But he doesn't order anything. Just sits there looking at me with those gray eyes that give nothing away. "What is it, Willow?" Straight to the point. That's Ocean. No time for small talk when he's in business mode. "I wanted to apologize," I say. "I know I've been coming around a lot since I got back to London. And I think maybe I've been making things uncomfortable for you and Lola." "You have been around a lot," he agrees carefully. "I'm sorry. I just..." I look down at my coffee. "I missed you, Ocean. And w
Oceans POV Lola won't look at me anymore. I notice it at dinner. She sits across from me like she has every night for months, but her eyes stay focused on her plate. When I ask her questions, she gives short answers. Polite. Distant. Like I'm a stranger she's obligated to make small talk with. It's getting worse. Every day, she pulls further away. And I don't know how to stop it. I want to reach across the table and take her hand. Want to ask her what's wrong, what I can do to fix this. Want to tell her that this distance between us is killing me. But I don't. Because I'm the one who created this distance in the first place. I'm the one who pushed her away when she told me she loved me. I have no right to complain now. "How was your day?" I ask, trying to keep the conversation going. "Fine. Quiet." "Did you do anything interesting?" "Not really. Just read mostly." She takes a bite of her food. Still not looking at me. This is torture. My phone buzzes on the table. A text
WILLOW'S POVI'm folding laundry in the utility room when Lola walks in looking like someone just kicked her puppy.Again.This is the third time this week I've seen that expression on her face. And I know exactly what's causing it.Willow fucking Hart."Okay, that's it." I drop the towel I'm folding and turn to face Lola. "We need to talk.""About what?""About the fact that you've been moping around this house like a sad ghost ever since that woman showed up."Lola sits down on the bench by the window. "I'm not moping.""You are absolutely moping. You barely eat. You avoid Ocean even more than you were already avoiding him. You jump every time someone mentions Willow's name." I sit down next to her. "Talk to me. What's going on?""Nothing. I'm fine.""Lola, I love you, but you're a terrible liar." I take her hand. "What did Willow say to you?""She didn't say anything. She's been perfectly nice.""Bullshit. That woman is a snake. I can see it from a mile away."Lola looks at me with
Willow doesn't leave London.I thought maybe after that first visit she'd go back to wherever she came from. Paris, I heard Hannah say. But she doesn't leave. She stays. And suddenly she's everywhere.The first time I see her again is three days after her initial visit. I'm in the sitting room reading when she's shown in by one of the staff. She's dressed impeccably as always. This time it's a navy dress that probably costs more than my wardrobe, paired with heels that make her already tall frame even more imposing."Lola! How lovely to see you again." Her smile is warm. Friendly. "I hope I'm not intruding. I was in the neighborhood and thought I'd stop by to see if Ocean was available.""He's in a meeting," I say, closing my book. "I'm not sure when he'll be done.""Oh, that's alright. I don't mind waiting." She sits down across from me without being invited. "Actually, this gives us a chance to chat. Get to know each other a bit."I don't want to chat with Willow. Don't want to get
I sit in my room at the Savoy, staring out the window at London, and think about Lola Moretti.Ocean's wife.The girl is twenty-three years old. Twenty-three. When I was twenty-three I was still figuring out what I wanted to do with my life, still making stupid decisions about men and careers and everything else.And Ocean married her.I pour myself a glass of wine from the minibar and replay the brief meeting in my head.She's pretty, I'll give her that. In a doe-eyed, innocent kind of way. Big dark eyes, delicate features, the kind of face that probably makes men want to protect her.Which is exactly what Ocean is doing. Protecting her.He said it himself. She needed protection and marriage was the best way to provide it.That's not love. That's obligation. Duty. Ocean has always had this code about protecting the weak, about not letting women get hurt. It's one of the things I loved about him.But it's also his weakness.He saw some young girl in trouble and he stepped in. Married







