"I think you missed a spot," I said, the words slipping out before I could check the impulse.
Roman stopped dead. He didn’t turn around immediately; he just let my voice settle in the air between us in the hotel lobby. When he finally pivoted, his dark eyes were hooded, unreadable. He looked at me, really looked at me. And the marble floor felt like it was shifting beneath my heels.
"Sera," he said. The way he said my name was like a low vibration, a hum that started in my chest and ended in my fingertips. "I didn't think you frequented the Peninsula for mid-morning meetings."
"Things change," I said, clutching my tablet a little tighter. "I have a board member who likes the ambiance. You?"
"Acquisition. It’s a bloodbath." He checked his watch, silver, heavy, and perfect. "I have exact
