Norman's POV
The crunch of the gravel under the tires of my sedan was a welcome sound. Finally, this endless business meeting was over. Two full days of dry numbers, persuasive pitches, and endless negotiations with those private investors. Necessary, of course, for the company's future, for solidifying our standing in the market. But draining. Utterly draining. All I wanted was to get home, to my study, and review the final contracts in peace. And of course, to get Riley.
My driver for the day was a stern-faced man named Gareth. Soon, he pulled the vehicle to a smooth stop in the small clearing before Kirk’s rustic cabin. I glanced out the tinted window. The place looked as rough as I remembered—a jumble of rough-hewn logs, a smoking chimney, and a general air of wildness that always i
