Rain had been falling since late afternoon.
From the floor-to-ceiling windows of Dominic's penthouse, the city looked like a watercolor painting blurred by endless silver streaks. The storm had chased people indoors, turning the usually vibrant streets into quiet ribbons of glistening asphalt.
For the first time in what felt like weeks, neither Dominic nor Aria had anywhere they needed to be.
No board meetings.
No reporters.
No anonymous letters.
No threatening phone calls.
Just... silence.
Dominic loosened his tie as he walked into the kitchen. "We've been eating restaurant food far too often."
Aria looked up from where she was curled on the sofa with a novel.
She smiled. "Are you complaining?"
"I am."
"I never thought I'd hear Dominic Blackwood complain about fine dining."
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