Emily's POV.
I woke up to silence.
Not the peaceful kind.
The kind that told me something wasn’t right.
I turned, my fingers brushing against Cole’s side of the bed. Cold. Empty. He was up already.
I sighed, pushing the sheets off me, stretching out my arms. It had been two weeks since I had set foot in my office at Hart Enterprise. A week since Cole decided I should work from home. His excuse? Safety.
I called it overprotective nonsense.
I pulled on my robe, tying it lazily as I stepped out of the bedroom. The smell of fresh coffee hit me first. Then I heard the low murmur of Cole’s voice.
I followed the sound to the kitchen.
And there he was.
Standing by the counter, one hand in his pocket, the other holding his phone to his ear. His suit was already on…black, neat, ironed to p
