Isla Calloway had spent her life building unshakable walls—walls made of power, control, and ruthlessness.
She had never let herself need anyone.
But Lucas Reyes?
He was tearing those walls down, brick by brick.
And last night?
Last night, she had finally let them fall.
She sat behind her desk, fingers tracing her lips, still swollen from his kiss, her mind spinning with thoughts she couldn’t afford to have.
She wasn’t just fighting for her company anymore.
She was fighting against the way she felt about him.
And she wasn’t sure which battle was more dangerous.
Lucas stood near the window, his green eyes flickering with something unreadable.
The air between them was thick, electric, charged with everything they had done—and everything still left unsaid.
"You’ve been quiet," he
