And I need to see him. Not because I’m clingy or needy or any of those things I swore I’d never be. But because this morning changed everything, and I need to know if he feels it, too. If walking out that door was as hard for him as watching him go was for me.
The drive to Safonov Holdings is easy but slow. I spend the entire time telling myself this is a bad idea. He’s working. He’s busy. He’s dealing with dangerous people doing dangerous things.
But I’m already in the parking garage, already walking through the lobby, already pressing the elevator button for his floor.
Mikayla looks up when I enter. Her expression doesn’t change—it never does—but something shifts in her eyes.
“Dr. Aster. We weren’t expecting you.”
“Is he in?”
She shakes her head. “Mr. Safonov is still out with Mr.
