As soon as the thought crossed her mind, Evangeline bit her lip, her mind drifting back to that night—the night that had made her pulse race.
Her first instinct was to contact Cassian.
But the moment she picked up her phone, she realized that she didn't even have Cassian's number.
Frustration surged through her. Running a hand through her hair, she cursed herself for being so careless.
Just then, as she absently glanced up through the glass wall of the office, her eyes caught a familiar figure in the hallway.
Cassian.
He was heading toward the elevators, dressed in his usual immaculate suit, looking as if he had just stepped out of a high-fashion magazine.
Evangeline's breath hitched, her heart pounding so hard it felt like it might burst from her chest.
Seriously? What a coinciden
