Reid
The last thing I wanted was to leave.
But I had to.
Business didn’t wait for complicated feelings. The Switzerland deal needed my attention — urgently — and Fallon Prescott was already dangerous enough without me sticking around long enough to make a mistake I couldn’t take back.
I told myself it was the right call. A few days away would clear my head, give me the space I needed to remember why we’d done this in the first place — why keeping my distance was the only thing keeping us both from falling off the edge.
But when I found her in the kitchen that morning, I knew I was lying to myself.
Because the longer I stayed away from her, the worse it got.
Fallon stood at the counter, hair falling in soft waves down her back. The strap of her tank top slipped slightly off her shoul
