Alle Kapitel von He Came Back Running : Kapitel 11 – Kapitel 20

Alexander Voss's POV I arrived at eight with coffee from the place on the corner and the proposal printed in triplicate, because I'd learned a long time ago that the most dangerous negotiations happen across breakfast tables, and you don't walk into dangerous negotiations underprepared. The ceramic frog still had the key. I knocked anyway.... She answered in a grey pullover and reading glasses I'd never seen before, hair pulled back, a pen tucked behind her ear. She looked at the coffee cups in my hand, then at my face, then back at the coffee. "You remembered," she said. "Black, no sugar. Yes" I held one out. "You going to let me in without the candlestick this time?" She considered it for a full second, which was either a joke or wasn't, and with Maya it had always been genuinely difficult to tell. Then she stepped back from the door. I went in. The kitchen table was already occupied... legal pad, open folders, a highlighter uncapped beside a cooling mug of tea. She'd been w

Mason's POVThe rings were on the coffee table.I'd taken them out of the bedside drawer sometime around eleven, telling myself it was because I needed to have them assessed for return to the jeweler. Telling myself I wasn't sitting in my own penthouse at midnight with two fingers of Macallan and my ex-wife's wedding rings arranged on the glass surface in front of me like evidence at a hearing...The city glittered thirty-four floors below. It always did. I'd paid enough for the view.I took a slow drink and told myself I was celebrating.The merger documentation was clean. Reeves had confirmed it twice. The divorce was legally airtight or near enough, with the trust question still to be resolved, but Reeves had been unable to reach Maya through any channel in four days, which meant she was either regrouping or unaware, and both scenarios were manageable. The New York coastal expansion was proceeding. Selina's pregnancy was healthy. The press narra

Selina's POVI'd always been a light sleeper.It was a survival skill, learned young, in a house where moods shifted without warning and the difference between a good morning and a bad one announced itself in footsteps. You learned to listen before you opened your eyes. You learned to read a room from the other side of a closed door....So when Mason's voice filtered through from the study at six-forty in the morning, low and controlled in the way that meant he was managing something, I was awake within seconds.I lay still for a moment. Then I got up.The study door was pulled almost shut, not fully. I stopped in the hallway, back to the wall, feet silent on the cold marble."...pre-dates every disclosure window we have. The structure is clean, Reeves. Someone built it specifically to be invisible." A pause. "Then build me a counter-argument. That's what I pay you for"I waited."The beneficiary clause is the problem. Single

Maya's POVI was awake before the house was.That had always been my habit, the body learning, over years, to surface before anyone could catch it unguarded. In the penthouse it had been useful. Here, in a room that smelled of cedar and clean linen and nothing that belonged to Mason, it felt different. Like waking up inside a decision I'd actually made....I lay still for a moment and let the previous night settle into its proper shape.Mason's men at the end of the street. The headlights. The apartment I'd left without looking back. And underneath all of it, quieter and sharper than the rest: Selina had known exactly where I would go.Fifteen years.She had known me for fifteen years, and she had used that knowledge to send people to my parent's apartment in the dark.I pressed the thought flat. Filed it. There would be time to feel it fully later, when feeling it fully was something I could afford....Right now I had work to

Mason's POVThe hospital smelled the way hospitals always did, antiseptic and waiting.I sat in the consultation room chair and watched Dr. Mercer move the ultrasound wand across Selina's stomach and heard the heartbeat fill the room with its small, rapid percussion, and I thought about forty-nine percent."Strong heartbeat," Dr. Mercer said. "Excellent development for this stage. Everything looks exactly as it should"Selina turned her head toward me, looking for something on my face.I gave her what I could."Good," I said.It wasn't enough. It was never going to be enough this morning, and she knew it, and the knowledge settled into her expression as something that would require addressing later.Later was the car ride home.She waited until we were three minutes from the hospital, which was either restraint or timing, with Selina it was always timing."You haven't said more than twelve words since we left the penthouse," sh