The lake looked peaceful. But that was a lie.
It stretched before us like glass—glassy, silver, still. But I knew better. Below the surface, there was always a current. A pull. A quiet force that could drag you under before you realized you were drowning.
That was Lana.
That was what she did to me.
I told myself this outing would give everyone space to recover. A few days of rest and scenery after the chaos she had detonated in the boardroom.
But the truth?
I wanted to see her again.
I needed to.
The moment she arrived at the resort, my body reacted before my mind could.
Her presence was like a cold slap and a fever at once. She stepped out of the van in a navy dress and neutral heels, her hair loose, her posture flawless. Beside her stood Julian Weiss—calm, chiseled, polished. A
