LOGINDaniel’s hand stayed on her breast, thumb still moving in slow, absent circles. His mouth drifted lower, pressing warm, open kisses along the line of her collarbone and the soft skin just above it. He spoke against her skin, voice still rough with sleep.“Did I say anything bad last night?”Emma’s fingers, which had been resting in his hair, stilled.“No,” she said quietly.He made a low, thoughtful sound and sucked gently at the base of her throat. “I don’t remember most of it. Just… pieces.” His hand squeezed her breast more firmly. “I remember you on top. How good you felt. And your mouth.” Another slow pull of his lips against her skin. “You were very patient with me.”Heat rose in Emma’s face. Part of her wanted to push the conversation back to what he had actually said. The larger part of her—the part currently arching slightly under his mouth—hesitated.She could still feel the weight of those words. *I don’t want to be divorced again.* They sat between them even now, unspoken
Emma’s eyes opened to pale morning light and the immediate, heavy knowledge that she had barely slept.For a long second she only stared at the ceiling of her own bedroom. Then the memory returned in a single, sharp line—I don’t want to be divorced again…She turned her head.Daniel was still asleep beside her, one arm stretched across the mattress toward where she had been. His face was completely relaxed. No tension in his brow. No careful composure. Just the quiet, even breathing of someone who had fallen into deep sleep without carrying a single thought with him.It wasn’t fair.Emma sat up slowly. The dark circles under her eyes felt obvious even without a mirror. She had lain awake for hours after those words, turning them over until they lost their shape and became something heavier. Daniel, meanwhile, had mumbled a few more half-finished sentences and then slept like a child who had never known a complicated thing in his life.She slipped out of bed carefully, gathered a chan
Daniel and Emma had spent the evening date at a quiet restaurant a few blocks from Emma’s neighborhood—low lighting, shared plates, conversation that never quite touched the heavier things between them. By the time they stepped outside, the night had settled into something cooler and softer. Streetlights pooled yellow across the pavement as they walked without any real destination.They turned a corner and passed a small bar with warm light spilling through its windows. Soft music drifted out every time the door opened. A few people stood outside finishing cigarettes. Emma’s steps slowed without her meaning them to.Daniel noticed immediately.“Something wrong?”She hesitated. The old instinct rose first—the one that told her to keep walking, to stay careful, to not ask for more than what was already given. Then she pushed it down.“Do you… want to get a drink?” she asked, voice quieter than she intended. “Just one. Or two. If you’re not too tired.”Daniel looked at the bar, then back
Daniel drove home with the paper bags of cinnamon rolls sitting untouched on the passenger seat.The bakery visit had gone better than he expected. Lily had been protective, sharp-eyed, and fair. Nathan had been Nathan—useful, slightly chaotic, and far too entertained by the whole exchange. Emma had laughed easily, cheeks warm every time their eyes met for longer than a second. When he left, she had stood near the counter in her flour-dusted apron and smiled at him like the rest of the afternoon had simply faded around them.He should have felt settled.Instead, the quiet of the car made room for every thought he had been carefully setting aside.He parked in the underground garage of his building and took the elevator up without checking his phone. The penthouse was still and cool when he stepped inside. Afternoon light stretched across the piano lid. He set the paper bags on the kitchen counter and loosened the collar of his shirt, then walked to the windows and looked out at the ci
For one long second, Emma simply stared."...Daniel?"A smile spread across his face."Hi.""What are you doing here?""I was in the neighborhood."Nathan coughed into his fist.Emma looked at him.Nathan smiled innocently."I told him the bakery was worth another visit.""You told me the salt bread was already sold out by noon.""Exactly."Daniel looked at the display shelves."I wanted to test that theory."Emma couldn't help laughing."You came all the way across town... for bread?"Daniel met her eyes."And to see you."Her cheeks immediately warmed.Nathan looked toward the ceiling."I suddenly feel invisible."Emma laughed even harder."Good afternoon, Nathan.""Good afternoon, Emma.""You came back.""I was promised excellent bread."Mrs. Alvarez peeked out from the kitchen."Oh!"She wiped her hands on a towel."Daniel!"Daniel smiled politely."Mrs. Alvarez.""You're back.""I am."Mrs. Alvarez looked between Daniel and Emma before a knowing smile crossed her face."I'll pret
Saturday mornings at Mrs. Alvarez's Bakery were always the busiest.By eight o'clock, the first trays of croissants had already disappeared. Fresh loaves lined the wooden shelves, the display case gleamed beneath warm lights, and the familiar scent of butter and yeast drifted through the little shop every time the door opened.Emma stood behind the counter tying another ribbon around a paper bag."Have a wonderful day.""You too, dear."The elderly customer smiled before disappearing through the door.The little brass bell chimed.Another customer stepped inside.Another order.Another smile.Normally, the steady rhythm of the bakery helped clear her mind.Today...Not so much.Because every few minutes, her thoughts wandered somewhere else.To a penthouse overlooking the city.To a black grand piano sitting beside floor-to-ceiling windows.To Daniel.She still couldn't believe it.Daniel Brooks.CEO of Veridian Group.She'd spent weeks talking to him without knowing.Weeks explaining







