NERIAH'S POV Now that I’m alone with my thoughts, I see it all over again. Gia’s hand rising viciously in the air, and Denver stepping between us. His cast made him clumsy but his grip was firm as he caught her wrist mid-swing. His face was a mask of cold fury, and for a second, I couldn't believe it was me he was shieldingI shiver even now at the memory, my fingers drifting up to the necklace clasped around my throat. The metal is cool against my skin. I trace the pendant absently, letting out a sigh I don’t realize I’ve been holding. What is wrong with me? Why am I suddenly thinking dreamily about Denver of all people? He’s moody, sharp-tongued, and impossibly controlling.He's not the kind of man I'd look to fawn over on a normal day. “Focus,” I whisper to myself, straightening the stack of papers on my desk.I’m supposed to be drafting a proposal for the upcoming contract. Words blur across the page, bullet points refusing to arrange themselves into anything persuasive. My hea
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