*Astrid*
In the quiet hum of the office, I feel the brush of Zac's lips on my cheek, a fleeting warmth that lingers like the last rays of a sunset. "I'll go make some calls," he says, his voice low and tinged with the huskiness that always seems to dance on the edge of a growl.
I nod, my attention already snatched back by the flickering images on the screen in front of me. I'm poring over them for the umpteenth time, searching for the last elusive piece that will click everything into place. As I lean closer, the scent of coffee and designer perfume that always clings to Bolman hits me before his hand lands gently on my shoulder.
"You should turn it off, Astrid," he suggests, but his voice has that edge of concern that I ignore.
I glance up at him, a smirk teasing at the corner of my l
