Chapter 19
The hotel bar was too dark, too intimate, and Harper had definitely had too much wine.
They had arrived in San Francisco that afternoon for a series of meetings with potential investors in Colton Industries’ new sustainable development initiative. Sebastian had been in full CEO mode all day, sharp, commanding, utterly focused. Harper had attended as the supportive wife, smiling at the right moments, making small talk about the Adriatic’s renovation, playing her part perfectly.
Now, at nearly midnight, they were sitting in the hotel bar nursing the remnants of a very good Pinot Noir, and Harper could feel the careful walls she had built starting to crumble.
"You were impressive today," Sebastian said, swirling the wine in his glass. He had loosened his tie and rolled up his s
