~HUNTER~
The mahogany boardroom table stretched before me like an endless expanse of polished wood, reflecting the faces of twelve board members who hung on every word Vincent spoke.
Quarterly reports, profit margins, expansion strategies…it should have been engaging. Hell, six months ago it would have been the most important thing in my world.
Now I couldn't focus on anything but the memory of this morning when Celine had slipped a small wrapped package into my briefcase just as I was heading out the door.
I drummed my fingers against the leather portfolio in front of me, trying to look engaged as Vincent clicked through another PowerPoint slide.
The numbers blurred together on the screen.
All I could think about was the way she'd looked this morning in her simple uniform, her ha
