Sade’s POV
Halloween in Chicago always had a certain magic to it—the crisp air, the leaves crunching underfoot, and the excitement buzzing in the city. But today, the excitement wasn’t just about trick-or-treating or the plans for later that night.
Today, Adamo Rossi was walking into the lab.
Sade was at her workstation, finalizing details for the clinical trial, when she heard the sudden shift in the office’s energy. The quiet hum of work had been replaced with hushed whispers, stolen glances, and subtle gasps.
Then she heard it.
A voice—deep, smooth, and laced with an intoxicating Italian accent.
Oh boy.
She glanced up just as Adamo Rossi stepped into the lab, and she had to admit—this man was something else.
Tall. A jawline sculpted by the gods. Dark, perfectly styled hair. A ta
