By morning, the fire in Adrian’s study had gone out—but the heat between them hadn’t.
Nora woke in her suite, curled up in a silk duvet with a pounding in her chest that had nothing to do with caffeine withdrawal. She hadn’t meant to fall asleep in his study. But Adrian hadn’t stopped her, either.
In fact, he'd draped a blanket over her before leaving. She wasn’t sure which part unsettled her more—his warmth or how much she liked it.
Downstairs, the penthouse was already alive with movement. Men in suits paced quietly through the living room, murmuring into earpieces. A laptop displayed satellite images. A tray of untouched espresso sat beside a pistol on the counter.
Yep. Just another normal morning.
She grabbed an apple and tried to pretend she didn’t notice the gun.
Dax—the sarcas
