AUTHOR’S POV
A FEW DAYS BEFORE THAT
Rowan sat in his office, his pen gripped tightly in his hand, not writing anything.
He had been sitting like that for a while now. Thoughts piling on thoughts, and one kept pushing to the surface no matter how many times he shoved it back down.
He set the pen down, stood up, and buttoned his jacket.
“Cancel all my meetings for the day.”
His PA barely had time to respond before he was already walking out.
He drove himself to the club. No driver, no entourage. Just him and the road and the silence he was trying to fill.
When he walked in, Daniel spotted him first.
“Oh, the man of the hour finally shows up.” Daniel grinned, leaning back in his seat.
Rowan didn’t respond. He dropped into the chair across from them, elbow on the table, chin resting
