Monday morning restored its usual rhythm, but it failed to restore the distance both of them had been trying to maintain. Aurora buried herself in work with genuine determination. Her schedule left almost no room to think about anything beyond quarterly reports, investor meetings, and preparations for the foundation gala. By the end of the afternoon, she had successfully convinced herself that the previous week had simply been an emotional lapse brought on by exhaustion. The illusion lasted until she stepped out of the elevator. Cassian was standing in the reception area speaking with one of the directors. He hadn’t come to see her. At least, there was no obvious reason to believe he had. Even so, his attention shifted the moment she appeared. The exchange was brief, lasting little

