The morning light filtered gently through the tall windows of Sebastian’s penthouse office, casting golden slants across the sharp lines of his desk. The city buzzed faintly beyond the glass, too distant to interrupt the hush that filled the space. He sat behind his desk, sleeves rolled up, the cuff of his watch glinting in the sunlight. His fingers were steepled beneath his chin, eyes locked on the stack of quarterly filings his assistant had left for him to review.
But his mind wasn’t on them.
Not really.
It was on Isabelle.
On the way she’d looked curled up with Amelia and Eliott the night before, her laughter soft and sleepy as they told her all the “important news” she’d missed. On the way she’d smiled without flinching. On the kiss she’d pressed to his mouth as he tucked the blan
