the temporary law firm. I need to finish the liquidat

he heavy door to the penthouse. She wa

her shoes and walked straight to the dining ta

ss the keyboard. She translated her past life's marketing

ross the floor and warmed her feet. Sh

onic lock beeped. Alek walke

tely searched the room. He found Emma

hairs on her cheek glowed. The face that used to

ay by his side and help him rebuild. The words registered, an unexpected variable in his complex

ulled out the chair opposite her and sat

the screen and quickly closed the laptop.

t red marks where Sterling had grabbed her. His j

ng edge was gone from his voice.

e. She relaxed her shoulders. "Ar

ously pressed a hand against his hollow stomach, the physical toll of his fasting undeniab

to the kitchen. She pulled the leftover

She threw the bacon into the skillet.

k. A strange, unfamiliar warmth spread th

carried two perfect BLT

cked up her own sandwich, took a massive

e crunch of the toasted bread and the juice of

ng tension that usually filled the room w

. He looked at her laptop. "What were

the eye. "Sending out my resume. I'm trying to

ed her eyes for any sign of a l

e storm of emotions in his eyes. "You

. "We are in this together now. I'm not g

dn't argue with her logic. A very fain

ood up. He grabbed both empty plat

ad never done a chore in his life, was turning on the faucet to wash di