The morning sun poured through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Isabelle’s office, casting long golden streaks across the polished desk. The city stretched out below in its usual rush of movement and sound, but today Isabelle barely saw it.
Her eyes rested on the stack of reports in front of her, but the numbers blurred together. No matter how many times she tried to refocus, her mind kept slipping back — to him.
To the way his voice softened when he spoke to their kids.
To the warmth of his hands when he caught her.
To the words she couldn’t seem to forget.
“I never stopped thinking about you.”
She closed her eyes and took a slow breath, willing her heart to settle. This wasn’t the time. She had work to do. She had a company to run, and she wasn’t about to let old feelings — or old m
