It started with something small.
It always did.
Emma had been staying at Nick's penthouse for three weeks. Three weeks of waking up together, making coffee together, falling asleep on the couch together. Three weeks of peace.
But peace, Emma was learning, was not the same as understanding.
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The morning was gray and cold.
Emma was in the kitchen, making breakfast. Nick was on the couch, scrolling through his phone. His jaw was tight. His shoulders were tense.
"What's wrong?" Emma asked.
"Nothing."
"Nick."
He looked up. "The Lee Corporation deal fell through. The board is panicking. They want me to come in."
"Then go in."
"I don't want to go in."
"Then don't."
Nick stood up. "It's not that simple."
"Why not?"
"Because I'm the Vice Chairman. People depend on me."
Emma set
