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Neither of them moved away. Cold night air drifted across the rooftop while the city blurred beneath them in scattered gold and silver light. Emma could still feel Rowan’s forehead resting lightly against hers. Every breath suddenly felt noticeable. His hand remained around her wrist, thumb brushing once against her skin in a way that made coherent thought increasingly difficult. “You overthink everything,” he murmured softly. Emma closed her eyes briefly. “You make that very difficult.” A quiet breath of laughter escaped him. Warm against her skin. And then— thunder cracked sharply across the skyline. The sound startled Emma enough that she pulled back slightly just as cold rain splattered suddenly against the terrace glass. One second later— the sky opened completely. Heavy rain p

The city greeted them with cold wind. Not snow. Not storms. Just sharp air slicing between black cars outside the private terminal while distant lights blurred softly against the dark sky. Emma Laurent stepped out beside Rowan and immediately regretted not bringing a heavier coat. The wind cut straight through fabric. “This weather feels personally hostile,” she muttered. Beside her, Rowan adjusted the cuff of his coat without looking remotely affected by the temperature. “You’ll survive.” “That sounded deeply unsympathetic.” “You’re judging the climate like it insulted your family.” “I’m cold enough to take this personally.” A quiet laugh escaped him as they entered the terminal. And immediately— everything shifted. Emma noticed it every time Rowan entered places like this. E

Rain traced soft patterns against the towering glass windows of Whitmore Industries while Emma adjusted the sleeve of her blazer for what was probably the fifth time since entering the boardroom. Not because she was nervous about the meeting. That part, she could handle. The problem sat beside her in a charcoal suit with rolled-back cuffs and a silver watch that Emma had spent an unreasonable amount of time staring at during the car ride over. Which was deeply unprofessional. Especially considering Rowan Blackwood had kissed every coherent thought out of her the night before and somehow still looked perfectly composed this morning. Emma opened the acquisition file in front of her with determined focus. Work. She needed to focus on work. Across the polished black conference table, several Whitmore executives discussed regional expansion projections while assis

Rowan kissed her again like a man surrendering to something inevitable. Slowly. Deeply. Without hesitation this time. And Emma realized—with sudden, terrifying clarity—that whatever existed between them had crossed a line neither of them would ever be able to uncross again. The city glittered beyond the balcony windows, silver and gold reflections dancing across the dark river below, but the world outside the suite had become irrelevant hours ago. Because Rowan Blackwood was holding her like she mattered too much already. One hand rested against her waist. The other cradled the side of her face with surprising gentleness for a man capable of reducing boardrooms to silence with a single glance. And the dangerous part? Emma didn’t want him to let go. Not even slightly. His mouth moved against hers again, patient and devastatingly thorough, lik

The moment Emma stepped out of the elevator, she felt it. Not hostility. Awareness. Conversations lowered the second she walked past. A few assistants looked away too quickly. Someone near reception nearly walked into a glass partition while staring openly at her. Emma slowed near the lobby entrance, brows pulling together faintly. Usually Blackwood  Group moved with ruthless precision. Phones rang endlessly. Meetings overlapped. Executives stormed through the building carrying enough stress to power entire cities. Today? The atmosphere felt strangely charged. And somehow she was standing in the center of it. Two women near the security desk glanced toward her before whispering something quietly between themselves. Emma looked down at her coffee with sudden self-consciousness. The elevator doors opened beside her.