Morning came slow. The curtains in Adam’s suite had been left half open, and the first gray light of dawn stretched across the tangled sheets. Rachel woke with her head against his chest, listening to the measured rhythm of his breathing. For a moment, she allowed herself to imagine this was her life: waking in silk sheets, in a bed that overlooked the whole city, beside a man who seemed to own it.
But reality pushed back quickly. She was still Rachel Carter, the girl who had ruined her sister’s life, who had no right to feel safe in anyone’s arms.
Careful not to wake him, she slipped from the bed, wrapping herself in the sheet. The carpet was thick beneath her feet, the skyline endless beyond the glass. For the first time since she’d come to this city, she felt both very small and very
