The city glittered beneath them like a living constellation.
Fiona stood by the floor-to-ceiling window of the penthouse suite, her arms wrapped loosely around herself as she stared at New York unfolding through glass.
Behind her, she felt him before she heard him.
“You’re thinking too loudly,” he said softly.
She smiled without turning. “Is that even a thing?”
“It is with you.”
His voice was closer now. Lower than usual.
She turned slowly.
He had taken off his tie. The top buttons of his shirt were undone, the sleeves rolled up carelessly, like a man who had finally stopped pretending to be invincible.
And for a moment, she forgot how to breathe.
This wasn’t the man who commanded boardrooms or silenced rooms with a glance.
This was just… him.
Looking at her like she was the
