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"Is it just me, or is it suddenly very warm up here?"
Adrian looked at me, and I noticed a sheen of perspiration along his hairline that hadn't been there five minutes ago. He tugged at the collar of his T-shirt and exhaled slowly.
"It's not just you," he said. "I feel it too."
He leaned forward and fanned me with his hand, but the warmth was coming from inside, not outside. It spread from my chest outward through my limbs with a rhythm
Evelyn POV"Is it just me, or is it suddenly very warm up here?"Adrian looked at me, and I noticed a sheen of perspiration along his hairline that hadn't been there five minutes ago. He tugged at the collar of his T-shirt and exhaled slowly."It's not just you," he said. "I feel it too."He leaned forward and fanned me with his hand, but the warmth was coming from inside, not outside. It spread from my chest outward through my limbs with a rhythm that matched my pulse, settling into my skin as though my body had decided to generate its own heat. The night air was cool against my bare arms and the damp ends of my hair, but underneath that coolness, something was burning.I shifted on the love seat. My clothes felt like thorns on my skin. Every thread of my t-shirt registered against my skin as though my nerve endings had been amplified. The cotton brushed across my collarbone, and I shivered, which made no sense because I was overh
Evelyn POV"And I believed her. Not because the evidence supported it, but because believing her was simpler than admitting that I was afraid. If you were scheming, I didn't have to feel guilty for treating you badly. If you were performing, I didn't have to acknowledge that my coldness was hurting a real person. Isabella gave me a story that let me off the hook, and I held onto that story because letting go of it meant looking at myself honestly, and I wasn't ready to do that."His thumb moved slowly across my knuckles."But I can't lay all of it on Isabella. That would be too easy, and you deserve better than easy answers. The truth is, the signs were there—every sign. You cooked meals I never tasted. You helped with company reports I never thanked you for. You took care of my mother with a devotion that had nothing to do with strategy and everything to do with who you are as a person. And I ignored all of it because I was comfortable in
Evelyn POVWe sat in silence for a while, looking at the stars. The sky was vast and dark and indifferent in the way that only the sky can be, and something was soothing about that indifference. Up there, nobody cared about Green Valley, investor withdrawals, fake portfolio managers, or golf club parking fines. Up there, it was just light, distance, and time."Tonight," I said, turning to Adrian, "I'm going to pretend that in another universe, we're lovers. No history, no baggage, no complicated past. Just two people sharing wine on a rooftop." I held his gaze. "Open the bottle."An appreciative glint moved through his eyes, and he nodded slowly before he reached for the corkscrew and opened the Château Rosaire with the flick of his wrist.The cork came out with a soft pop, and the scent of the wine drifted upward immediately, dark and rich and layered, blackberries and woodsmoke and something floral underneath, like roses pressed b
Evelyn POVMy mother loved this wine. It was the one indulgence she'd allowed herself, the one bottle she'd kept on the top shelf of the kitchen cabinet for special occasions only. She'd open it on birthdays, anniversaries, the first day of spring. She'd pour herself a single glass, sit at the kitchen table, and close her eyes after the first sip as if the taste transported her somewhere private and sacred that nobody else was allowed to follow.After she died, I spent years trying to find it. Château Rosaire didn't export widely, and its distribution was limited to a handful of shops in Casavera and a few specialist wine merchants abroad. I'd finally tracked down a case through a dealer in Lisaro during my first year running Bennett Holdings, and I'd been rationing it ever since, one bottle at a time, opened only on nights when I needed to feel close to someone who wasn't there anymore.Margaret remembered. Out of everything about me that
Evelyn POVI turned to Adrian, searching his face. He had an awkward expression, and he was stroking his brows. “You were in the middle of a meeting? Why didn’t you say so? You could have said something,” I insisted, suddenly feeling guilty.“It was nothing important,” Adrian sighed, glaring at his mother, who was sipping her tea and trying to hold back her smile. “You needed me so…”“The quarterly review is hardly something I’d call unimportant,” Margaret chipped in. “Last year, Adrian fired a CFO for bringing a phone in, and it rang during the session. You know how intense he can be. If Adrian had left that meeting to come to you, it means he considers you important.”“Mom, that’s enough.” Adrian turned, glaring at Margaret, who just smiled and sipped more of her tea.My heart warmed at Adrian’s embarrassment, and I, more than anyone, knew how intense it used to be around the house whenever it was time for quarterly reviews. In my previous life, he’d walk around irritable, and every
Evelyn POVThe Whitmore family home was set back from the road at the end of a private drive, behind iron gates that opened as Adrian's car approached.The house revealed itself gradually as we drove up the gravel path: first the roofline, dark against the evening sky, then the upper windows, then the full facade, a three-storey Georgian manor built from pale stone with ivy climbing the eastern wall and warm light glowing from the ground-floor windows.Once, seeing this house filled me with so much sadness because either Isabella would be lurking somewhere with Adrian or making my life hell. Other times, I would be trailing after Adrian, trying to impress Margaret, trying to fit into Adrian’s world.I remembered the particular anxiety of waking each morning and wondering what mood he’d be in, the way I'd adjust my schedule and put everything on hold to attend to both Adrian and his mother.Tonight I was arriving in a borrowed car with swollen eyes, a puppy, and an overnight bag I'd pa
Evelyn POVIt’s been three weeks since Vincent brought me home, since I'd discovered the full extent of Victoria's betrayal, since I'd begun the slow process of reclaiming my life.But today, I wasn't sure any of that mattered.I'd spent the past week listening to Isabella sob in the witness stand,
Evelyn POVThe first thing I felt was cold.A splash of water hit my face so suddenly that I gasped, sputtering and choking as the shock of it jolted me from whatever fragmented sleep I'd managed to find on the concrete floor.My eyes flew open, blinking against the harsh fluorescent light overhead
Vincent POVI stood up abruptly, my chair scraping loudly against the floor. Several people in the cafe glanced in our direction.My heart was thumping loudly in my chest, and it had nothing to do with whether I was afraid. I was worried for Evelyn. Situations like this require an expert and an ent
Vincent POVReconnecting with the person I'd just spoken to on the phone has got to be the best news I've heard in a week. He was someone whom I knew nothing about, except that he was a pro at finding people and keeping his word. Not to mention, he always seems to turn up whenever I am in a fix.I







