Sarah
I was already seated when Silas Crowley arrived.
The private suite was just like I remembered. Cozy and hidden, perfect for the kind of conversation we were about to have.
I had spent the last twenty-four hours getting ready. I told myself I was prepared that I could sit across from him and talk business like a smart woman, not like a woman falling for the man who wanted to ruin her.
I was wrong.
The moment he walked through the door, every clear thought I had disappeared.
He wore a black suit that fit his body perfectly, like it was made just for him. His dark hair was neat and perfect, his eyes found mine right away, and I felt something twist hard in my chest.
"Sarah," he said, sliding into the seat across from me. He said my name like he had been waiting to t
