floor-to-ceiling windows that looked out over the Manhattan skyline. It was cold, ster

. She went straight to the espresso machine, her hands moving t

hair messy in a way that magazines called "effortlessly chic" but Amira knew was just bedhea

n the counter in front of him. B

em dry, his eyes never leaving the screen.

mira. You trying

re as always, Ethan," sh

Delisa called me at three in the morning.

wall. The wall she had built five minutes ago in the guest room. She

we need

a reply to someone. "Not

ving," s

ed between the hum of the refriger

lips. "Leaving for work? Good. Pick up my dry cleaning on

counter, standing straighter. "I'm le

und, devoid of humor. He shook his head, walking around the island to stand in

hand was warm, his palm smooth. It was a

out the necklace? The Cartier one

e," she said, pulling her

obe pocket, pulled out his wallet, and extracted a black credit card. He tossed it onto the counter. It slid

nice. Stop acting crazy. Yo

It was the ultimate pass. It could buy cars, trips, diamonds. It was what h

could not conceive of a world where she walked away. I

d down. She di

nt your mon

custom ringtone-

laced by a soft, attentive concern that made Amira's

'm here. No, don't

of the kitchen, the black card still ly

urned and walked out of the kitchen, leaving it there. She felt lighter. The tether