Fiona:
The blonde woman's hands were still tangled in Rafael's hair when our eyes met across his office. For a second... maybe two... everything stopped. My chest, my breath, the stupid hope I'd been carrying since I walked through that door.
Then she smiled at me.
Not the kind of smile that says hello. The kind that says mine.
Rafael's hands dropped from her waist like she'd burned him. He stepped back so fast she stumbled forward, catching herself on his desk. The movement was violent, sudden, and something flickered across his face when he looked at me that made my stomach clench.
Guilt. Anger. Want.
All of it mixed together in a way that made me want to turn around and run.
"Fiona." My name came out rough, like he'd been choking on it.
The blonde woman straightened up, smoothin
