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(Mia)Monday Morning“You’re really leaving now?”Dad looks at me. “I am. Duty calls and you don’t need me here. You have got this.”We’re in one of the downstairs work rooms with our boards spread across the long table and Lena’s notes everywhere.It still doesn’t feel real that this whole place is ours for however long we need it.“That is not what you said the other morning.” My stomach has really just come right.I am not looking at alcohol anytime soon. What was I thinking?But I have to admit. Lena and I did let off some steam and even though I almost slapped us out of the competition, common sense prevailed and all is back on an even keel.Thanks to my father.“Everyone fucks up from time to time, Mia. That’s life.” He shrugs. “You are smart enough to not let those things define you. Not anymore.”I get what he is saying. I made choices but they don’t have to take who I am away.“I cannot believe you are abandoning us in the Paris wilderness like this,” Lena says as she hugs hi

(Mia)“We need to talk before we go in.” Lena says it low and fast as we stand outside the presentation room.I look at her. “About what?”“Calder.”The assistant at the desk is calling the team before us, but Lena does not look away from me.“You told me enough last night for me to know there’s overlap in what he wanted to do years ago and what we’re doing now,” she says. “I need to know how much overlap.”I stare at her. “Now?”“Yes, now.” Her voice stays steady. “Because if we get pinned for copying a billionaire’s dead idea, we’re done.”My stomach tightens.“You know I would never do that.”“Not intentionally,” Lena says. “But how long before this project did you know about his ideas? Did any part of your ideas come from his?” “No. I never knew anything about any of it until Dad mentioned it at our office that day, remember?”Lena searches my face. “No, I don’t remember that being mentioned.”“Oh, of course, it was when you stepped out. Dad said he recalled years ago Calder tryi

(Mia)By the time Calder gets me into his suite, I am done pretending I don’t want this.Apparently, so is he.The door slams shut. My bag drops onto the floor. His jacket lands beside it a second later.Then he is all over me.Not careful. Not hesitant. Not trying to talk his way through anything.His mouth finds mine and stays there, hard enough to make me catch at his shirt and pull him closer.I can feel how wound up he is, how badly he wants this, and that alone is enough to make heat rush through me.He backs me against the wall just inside the entry, one hand at my waist, the other in my hair, kissing me like he is done being restrained.But not the angry, possessive control way like before.I kiss him back just as hard. My fingers are already at his shirt, dragging it off him, impatient, clumsy, not caring where it falls.My dress is next.His hands are on my back, sliding down to grasp me closer.Cool air hits my skin where his hands have burned a path.His hungry mouth drops

(Mia)I keep my pace even and my shoulders straight.If I slow down now, if I look back now, if I give him one second more than I already have, then this night becomes his.Not happening.Lena falls in beside me as we reach the bar.“Hell of a mic drop, babe!” she says with pride.“I just had romantic sex with my husband. All. Night. Long. If Jonah Weiss thinks he can ruin my day, he just found out how wrong he is.”That gets a big laugh out of her. “Show ‘em on the scoreboard, Sis.”The bartender appears. “Champagne?”“Sparkling water,” I say.Lena glances at me. “Really?”“You know what Dad said. We need clear heads.”“That ship sailed for me at six this morning.” She grabs a champagne and sips it.We take the drinks and turn back to the room.Lena asks, “where do you want to start?”“The judges.”“Ooooh, edgy. I like it.”I go first to a senior judge from the redevelopment panel and ask a question about a housing project in Rotterdam he advised on.He answers. I push once on a poin

(Calder)“What are you thinking about?” Mia murmurs against my chest.I look at her as she looks up.It’s dark in her suite but my eyes have adjusted and I can see her.She is curled into me under the sheet, one leg over mine, her hand spread over my heart like she is checking it still works.A few minutes ago we were kissing. We could be doing more than kissing. And she probably thought that’s why I came. But it isn’t.“I’m thinking about everything. Trying not to think about anything.”She snuggles in closer. “I like how this feels. But I’m not sure why you’re even here.”“I came here because I couldn’t sleep without you,” I say.Her eyes search mine.“You couldn’t?” she sounds surprised.“No. My mind was doing circles around everything and I needed to talk it out with you.”She looks away first. “Oh, I see.”“But it isn’t just all that crap. It’s you. I came here to give you a week of the real me. At the very least I need you to hear my truth. I need to say it.”“It’s not so easy b