The Cross Tower at four o'clock was a different beast than the one Vivian had grown accustomed to.
During her late-night work sessions, the building had been quiet, empty, hers and Julian's alone. But now the elevators hummed with the traffic of employees heading home, the lobby echoed with the click of heels on marble, and every face that passed her seemed to carry a secret.
Julian walked beside her, his hand hovering at the small of her back—not quite touching, but close enough that she could feel the heat of him through her blazer. They had agreed to present a united front. Professional. Untouchable. Two people who happened to be walking in the same direction.
But Vivian knew the truth. She could see it in the set of his jaw, the tension in his shoulders, the way his eyes scanned eve
