I didn’t plan to go to her.
Hell, I told myself I was going home. I told myself I needed sleep, needed to think, needed to cool the hell off after the morning I had lived through.
But the truth?
I needed her more than I needed air.
I took the road toward my place… then at the last second, my hands turned the wheel, and I was heading straight for her penthouse. My heart had decided before my brain could catch up.
I just needed to see her.
Needed to know she was okay.
Needed to hold her tonight. Even if it was just for a minute.
By the time I pulled up outside her building, my pulse was already running wild again. I stepped out, slammed the truck door, and took the elevator up to the top floor, my body buzzing with a mix of exhaustion, anger, and something that felt too much like lon
