LOGINDana POV: She Confesses About Her Marriage To AlexAs the elevator carries me back up, I hold the pocket watch by its chain, letting it dangle like a pendulum in front of my eyes. I love the way the gold catches the overhead light, swinging in slow, hypnotic arcs. Tick-tick-tick, like something alive. Like a baby. I still don’t know what it means. He said it's a compliment from The Club of Eight, but it feels more like an invitation to a party I had no intention of attending. My phone rings against my hip and I answer. “Hey, Hymar.”“Dana! Kathie’s birthday is tonight. I completely forgot to mention it at the Maurice Denis thing. She’d love it if you came. It's last-minute, I know, but—”“I’ll be there,” I say before he can apologize again. “I’ll grab a gift for her too.”He exhales, relieved. “She’ll be so happy. Eight o’clock. I'll send you an address. See you then.”I hang up just as the doors slide open on our floor. Alex is coming out of his office at the same moment, looking
Dana POV: Colt Wuckert Visits Back in the office, Derek is behind his desk, and he looks somewhat like dad for a moment that I stop and gape at him. He looks up and his face splits into a grin.“Looks like you and Alex are getting along now,” he says, teasing. “Maybe that’s what you needed all along, to be friends with him.”I drop into a chair and sigh. “Maybe I’ll make a better friend than a wife.”He shakes his head. “Don’t be so defeatist. But yeah, I agree, there’s life after marriage.”In my head, the correction is instant and bitter: life after a fake marriage is what my aching heart hears. “I want to tell you something weird, Derek. Don’t freak out.”He looks at me sharply and says, “No. Any time you say ‘don’t freak out,’ I lose sleep for a week. So unless you want Jack and Eddie to hear it too, keep it to yourself.”I frown. “Why would you tell Eddie and Jack?”“Because I need them to share the mental load of processing whatever this is. Sorry.”I lean back, tired, and st
Dana POV: Dana Gets A Meeting For CillianThe meeting wraps and as we file out of the conference room, Alex falls into step beside me.“Lunch?” he asks.That thrill, that romance of being with him creeps up my body and a quick yes almost drops from my lips.I reply instead, “I’d rather not. Jodie might throw a fit.”He laughs and the sound of it makes my legs weak, I want to lean against him, just put my hands around him. I hold back a smile and give him a deadpan stare.“I miss the blunt way you used to talk to me,” he says.“Hm.”More ripples spread through my chest of that sweet feeling of attraction. He misses me? What does that even mean coming from him now? I feel the familiar pang of anxiety, the one that whispers maybe I’m reading too much into it, maybe I’m hoping for something that isn’t alive anymore.Larry catches up with us, clapping Alex on the shoulder. “I’d love to join you two for lunch. If that’s all right.”I seize the lifeline. “I’d love that too.”We step out onto
Dana POV: Alex Logan And Larry GouldDerek is waiting by the coffee station, eyes wide the second he spots me.His voice drops to a whisper. “This morning when I got here, everyone was talking. They’re saying the boss, that is Alex Logan, bought a bunch of art from some New York auction. They believe the artist is a staff here, but no one could figure out who. Then I walked past the conference room and . . . Dana, those are your paintings. What the hell is going on?”I set my bag down, buying a second to breathe. “It’s a long story. But here’s the short version: Alex bought them off me. He used them to drive up bids on a whole collection of Maurice Denis works. Genius move, apparently. Eddie thinks so too.”“Oh.” He frowns, processing what I’d just told him. “Okay, that’s . . . wild. Anyway, we’ve got a meeting downtown. Board wants me to look at annexing this high-end furnishing outfit. They’ve got a factory pulling timber from Brazil, but they’re drowning in debt from shipping costs
Dana POV: Her Dad Has A Bypass Eddie keeps glancing at me as he drives us home. My head feels light from the shock of what Alex did at the auction tonight. "I noticed Alex left early,” Eddie says. “You didn't even get a chance to talk to him.""I didn't have to."He glances at me again. "What does that mean?""Nothing." How do I explain that the way Alex turned my paintings into a bidding war for some long-dead artist's entire collection wasn't just about the money? The money was insane, enough to make my stomach flip, but it was the strategy. Eddie had called it genius earlier, the way Alex used my art to drive up value for someone else's work. And he was right. Alex is a genius. Ruthless in his strategy, maybe, but brilliant. He's a businessman, a billionaire, after all. "You're right, Eddie," I say. "Alex is a genius.""Yeah, but I still hold my grudge,” he says with a scoff.I giggle. Eddie looks at me, and his mouth curves into a reluctant smile too. I've not told him Alex
Dana POV: Alex Is A Genius Alex sees me coming, detaches him from Jodie and excuses himself from the Asian woman. He starts smiling. But that smile is wiped from his face as I walk closer. Jodie looks momentarily startled but also freezes when she sees me. Alex is several pounds bigger than my brother Eddie, and taller. But the sight of Eddie makes him check his distance. He's not afraid, but he's reconsiders his approach. “Dana,” he says. “Hi.”“Those are my paintings,” I say, my voice shaking. “They want to auction them as Maurice Denis’s works. I didn’t sign up for that. I don’t want it.”Alex glances at Eddie again then back to me. He sighs. “I’m sorry about the mix-up. They’re not going to be sold tonight, Dana.”I frown. “But—”“Dana,” he continues, “Do you think I’d ever let anyone steal from you?”“Anyone can be you, Alex Logan,” Eddie says with a nonchalant shrug. “You could have at least said something.”“True and I wanted to.” He looks straight at me. “I will never ste







