I didn’t sleep.The guest room was bigger than my entire apartment, with soft sheets that smelled like expensive detergent and a view of the city that should have been calming. Instead I lay awake staring at the ceiling, listening to the quiet hum of the penthouse and the low, restless feeling under my skin that refused to settle.Every time I closed my eyes I saw silver.When the first gray light of morning crept through the glass, I got up, washed my face, and tried to look less like a woman who had spent the night fighting the urge to walk down the hall and knock on his door. My dress from the gala was wrinkled. I found a plain black T-shirt and soft gray sweatpants folded on the chair—clearly left for me. They smelled faintly of him. I hated how much I liked it.I was in the kitchen trying to figure out the complicated coffee machine when the elevator doors opened with a soft chime.A man stepped out.Tall. Broad. Dark blond hair cut short, sharp blue eye
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