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Chapter Eleven

He was quiet for a moment. The navigation screen showed forty-one miles to Albany. The number ticked down as they drove."What's the worst mechanical failure you've ever had?" he asked.She turned to look at him. His profile was lit by the dashboard glow—sharp nose, firm jaw, the side-parted hair catching the blue light. He looked like he should be in a magazine ad for watches or scotch, not driving through the dark asking about engine failures."You want the professional answer or the personal one?""Both."She thought about it. "Professionally, I once put an oil pan drain plug in without a washer. Car came back two days later, oil everywhere. The customer was a guy who'd driven three hours because he'd heard I was good." She shook her head. "My grandpa would've taken a belt to me if he'd been alive to see it.""And personally?""Worst one for me was a brake job on a minivan. Single mother, three kids, brakes were grinding metal. I replaced the pads, bled the lines, and did everythin

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Chapter Twelve

The Marriott's grand ballroom held three hundred seats, and Charlie had chosen one near the back where the overhead lights didn't reach quite as aggressively. She'd changed into the cleanest clothes she'd packed, a dark button-up she'd stuffed at the bottom of her bag, and jeans with only a faint shadow of grease on the right knee. She still felt like a shop rag draped over a conference chair. The upholstered seat was too soft, the kind of cushioning that made a person sink in and forget they had a spine. Around her, engineers in pressed shirts and lanyards flipped through programs and tapped their phones. The podium at the front bore a brushed-aluminum sign that read NORTHEAST REGIONAL AUTOMOTIVE ENGINEERING SYMPOSIUM, and behind it, a screen the size of a garage door displayed the Barker Dynamics logo: a stylized camshaft inside a hexagonal border.Corbin stepped up to the podium at exactly 9:00 AM for the keynote address, and Charlie noticed the way his shoulders squared before he

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Chapter Thirteen

He'd remembered. Word for word. And he'd built it into his keynote — not as a footnote or an aside, but as the central illustrative example of a failure mode and the human insight that diagnosed it. He'd taken something she'd said and placed it in front of three hundred people in a ballroom that smelled like hotel carpet and conference coffee.Charlie stood. The chair scraped softly against the floor. She gathered her things and moved toward the side aisle, her left leg carrying its familiar hitch as she navigated past knees and chair legs toward the double doors at the back of the ballroom.The hallway outside was wide and polished, the tile reflecting overhead fluorescents in smears of white. A water cooler gurgled against the far wall. Two engineers in matching blue lanyards stood near it, talking about titanium valve seats in voices that blended into the ambient hum of a conference between sessions. Charlie moved past them and turned toward the alcove where a row of armchairs sat

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Chapter Fourteen

Charlie had put on one of the only two dresses she owned; the other one was a stark black number reserved strictly for funerals. It was a deep, forest green that made her pale skin look almost luminous and turned her red hair into a sudden, striking flame. Unlike her usual jeans and t-shirts, this fabric was fluid and alive, draping effortlessly over her frame before tapering off to brush against her knees. She stared at her reflection, unaccustomed to the softness. The sleeveless dress highlighted her tattoos. She was proud of them. They'd been expensive and had cost a substantial amount of time and pain, but they were top-tier work. Grandpa Lionel had helped her come up with the design.But when she'd opened her door to Corbin's knock at 6:25, his mouth had dropped open. "Wow. You are stunning." He closed his mouth, but his eyes never left Charlie. She grabbed her canvas jacket, since it was the only one she had, and they took the elevator down to the lobby.The evening reception w

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Chapter Fifteen

The kiss was not dramatic. It was not the kind of kiss that happened in movies with swelling music and perfect lighting. It was specific and warm and tasted like hotel coffee and cold air and the faintest trace of whatever toothpaste the Marriott provided in its small, white tubes. His lips pressed against hers with a pressure that started light and increased by degrees. Charlie's hand came up and found the lapel of his jacket. She gripped it. The fabric was smooth and dense between her fingers. Her knuckles pressed against his chest, and through the layers, she could feel the steady percussion of his heartbeat, faster than his composure suggested.The kiss lasted longer than it should have. Long enough for the river wind to find the gap between their bodies and press cold air against her exposed skin. Long enough for her to register the specific texture of his lower lip and the way his hand shifted on her face, his thumb tracing a slow arc from her jaw to her cheekbone.He pulled ba

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Chapter Sixteen

Charlie stepped back from the doorframe, holding the box and the coffee, and looked at him standing in the hallway with his unbuttoned collar and his careful, deliberate posture. She looked at him the way she looked at an engine that was running differently than expected — with attention, curiosity, and the specific wariness of someone who knew that the most interesting problems were also the ones most likely to leave you stranded."Come in," she said. She caught sight of herself in the bathroom mirror through the open door and snorted with laughter. "How did you keep a straight face? I look ridiculous. Go sit. I'm gonna brush my hair.He entered the room. The door closed behind him with that same soft, pneumatic thump. She stepped out a moment later, looking reasonably presentable, considering she was in her pajamas and definitely not wearing a bra. She enjoyed her coffee and donuts sitting cross-legged on her bed while Corbin lounged in the armchair. They talked about the day's pla

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Chapter Seventeen

His suite was on the top floor. The elevator ride was silent except for the mechanical hum of the car ascending and the soft ping of the floor indicator. Charlie watched the numbers change. Corbin stood beside her, his hands at his sides, his jacket buttoned again. The composure was back. She could see it settling over him like a machine returning to its default setting: shoulders set, jaw aligned, every surface in its designated position.The suite door opened with a keycard. The room beyond was spacious, with wall-to-wall carpeting in a color that was trying to be gray and landing somewhere closer to taupe and large glass windows overlooking the Hudson River. The same river they'd walked along last night, now visible in daylight as a wide, gray-blue expanse with a barge moving slowly downstream. An armchair sat near the window, angled toward the view. The bed was made with the kind of precision that suggested housekeeping had taken their time, and the room smelled like cedar and ho

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