A Love Rekindled

mingling with the faint scent of hors d'oeuvres. Elena Michaels smoothed the hem of her navy dress for wh

s-but tonight was different. Her art needed to be sold if

a Mic

down on her glass involuntarily. She turned slowly, her breath catching. Dominic Vance stood s

ing in his penthouse, surrounded by opulence. She could almost hear the

ting the breadth of his shoulders, the sharp lines of his jaw, but it was hi

ed, her voice lost in

ng closer. His presence was magnetic, drawing her

either," she replied, her vo

hind her, his brow lifting in

es

" he said, the prai

her skin prickling under his

, his voice softer now.

urned, making her

His voice fell, bar

to that night. She stood in their apartment doorway, clutc

ressed against his ear, focused entirely somewhere else. She had

ed distractedly, waving her off. "I'll meet

e they created together. She must have waited until he was out of earshot before she he

," Elena said, her voice s

ic pressed, his ey

er, but they felt final. She turned on her

osure cracked. Ducking into the restroom, she locked the doo

f. It was as if she was reopening a

made her jump. "El

oice, familiar

water on her face. She stared at her reflection in t

know. And she would do everything