Evening settled quietly over the penthouse.
The city glittered beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, its lights stretching endlessly into the distance.
At the dining table, Naomi barely noticed.
The familiar stack of contracts had reclaimed its usual place, along with her laptop, a yellow legal pad, and an untouched cup of tea that had long since gone cold.
The dining table had stopped being a place for meals weeks ago.
Now, it was simply where work lived.
Naomi underlined another clause before making a note in the margin.
A door opened behind her.
She didn't look up.
She already knew who it was.
Sebastian emerged from the hallway, dressed far more casually than he usually was. Dark jeans, a black shirt with the sleeves rolled to his forearms, and his car keys spinning lazily arou
