Ethan”s POV
I got to the penthouse and parked my car at the driveway before I got out. I walked to the elevator, my body still humming with the dull ache of a day that wouldn’t quit.
My shirt collar chafed, my tie was crooked, and I hadn’t even noticed until I caught my reflection in the glass of the door. I looked as tired as I felt.
The elevator opened and I got out. The lock clicked under my key, and the familiar warmth of our home spread over me before I even stepped inside. Our house…….
Shoes abandoned on the rack, jacket barely making it to the hook, I let out a sigh so heavy it seemed to scrape my ribs. The air smelled faintly of cedar and the faint spice of the cologne he always wore. Just that scent was enough to remind me I wasn’t carrying the weight of the day alone.
“Rough
