Riley’s POV
I was already halfway to the door of the boardroom when I heard my name.
“Riley.”
The sound of it rooted me in place. I didn’t need to turn around to know who it was. That voice had carved itself into me so deeply that even in my dreams, I could never mistake it.
I turned anyway. Michael was standing there, steady and unreadable, his eyes locked on mine. My brow lifted in question, mostly because I didn’t trust my mouth not to betray me. If I opened it, I might spill the mess of thoughts clawing at the edge of my mind, and this was not the place.
“Can I have a word with you in my office?”
For a second, the instinct to refuse flared inside me. The safer choice would have been to walk away, keep the distance I had been forcing between us. But on a second thought, I decided
