I wake to silence so complete it feels artificial.For a moment, I don’t remember where I am. The bed is too large. The air too still. Then the memory settles in—Chicago, the penthouse, Noah in the hallway last night with a glass of water and eyes that held too much.I sit up slowly.Light filters in through sheer curtains, pale and restrained, painting the room in soft grey. Someone has left a folded robe at the foot of the bed. Not plush. Practical. Dark.I swing my legs over the side and stand, padding toward the window. From this height, the city looks contained. Manageable. Like a map instead of a maze.A knock sounds—once, controlled.“Yes?” I call.The door opens only after a pause. Noah steps in, already dressed, jacket over one arm, tie perfectly aligned. He looks like he’s about to step into a board meeting, not like a man who spent the night standing guard outside a guest room.“There’s coffee,” he says. “And breakfast. If you want it.”I arch a brow. “You cook too?”“No,”
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