Adrian’s POV
I returned to the suite much later than I intended.
Most of the lights were off, leaving only the glow of the city spilling through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Chicago stretched endlessly below, all steel and white lights against the darkness. I expected the suite to be quiet.
It wasn’t. A thin strip of light spilled from Ava’s bedroom door. I slowed without meaning to.
The door was slightly open, just enough for me to see inside. Ava stood by the window with her back partially turned toward me, one arm folded across her waist as she looked down at the city below. Her hair was loose for once, falling over her shoulders in dark waves that caught the light from outside.
She looked different like this. Less guarded.
Less like the woman who spent her days arguing with me a
