The heavy mahogany doors of the executive suite at Zenith Pictures had barely clicked shut before the air in the room underwent a dramatic shift in pressure. Ace Kane stood in the center of the office, his heart hammering against his ribs in a way that had nothing to do with the high-stakes financial warfare he usually conducted. In his mind, a million different impulses were currently at war, but the moment his hand had instinctively moved toward the formidable woman standing before him, his rational mind—honed by the cold, architectural logic of Silas Kane—had forced a sudden, jarring halt. He was a man of intense, often rogue-like desires, but even he had his limits when it came to the complicated psychological terrain of his family’s inner circle.
However, it wasn't his lack of nerve
