“Savannah, open the door.”Jackson’s voice was low, rough, scraped raw at the edges. The kind of voice he only had when the world outside was burning and he was holding the match. Savannah froze in the middle of the dim guest room, her hands trembling over the stack of documents she’d been avoiding all night , the financial reports, the edited contract, the new terms Harrison’s lawyers had “accidentally” forwarded to her inbox.Her pulse jolted again as Jackson’s knuckles brushed the door once more.“S, Savannah,” he said, quieter this time. “Please.”That word.Please.It wasn’t one Jackson Sterling used.Savannah swallowed hard, stepped to the door, and cracked it open only an inch.Jackson stood on the other side, shirt rumpled, tie loose, hair pushed back by impatient fingers. His eyes , normally cold, sharp, controlled , were restless, haunted.“You’ve been avoiding me,” he said.“I needed space.” Savannah tried to keep her voice steady, but the last twenty-four hours had been a
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