ADRIAN'S POV
The drive from Ava's apartment to the office blurred into a haze of asphalt and memory.
The distance felt unnaturally short, or perhaps time simply warped when my mind refused to leave her.
A smile ghosted across my lips, involuntary and dangerous, as the events of last night replayed in high definition.
The weight of her in my arms.
The way her breath hitched when she whispered my name.
I had watched every wall she'd spent years constructing crumble under the weight of honesty until there was nothing left between us but the truth.
"Damn," I muttered, a low chuckle vibrating in my chest as I shook my head.
"That woman is going to be the death of me."
It was incomprehensible.
How could any man spend three years with someone like Ava and fail to see the treasure in his
