Cassidy’s POV Next day the city felt different after the lake.Sharper.Less forgiving.By the time Dante’s car pulled into the underground garage beneath Voss-Damiani Holdings, the sky was a hard sheet of gray, and the knot in my stomach had only tightened. Lake air and children’s laughter had been replaced by concrete, steel, and the cold efficiency of a building that ran on money, secrets, and whoever could keep their nerve longest.Usually, stepping into the office clicked something into place for me.It was muscle memory now—my heels against polished stone, my coffee balanced in one hand, tablet in the other, Dante at my side radiating command before we even reached the private elevator. Usually, this building made sense to me. I knew its rhythms. Its politics. Its whispers.Today, it felt like enemy territory.Not because it had changed.Because now I knew Lucas had surfaced.And men like Lucas Voss never stayed at the edge of the water for long.Dante came around the car and o
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