Elena’s POV

“My office. Now.”

The words hung in the air between us like a blade that had already been drawn.

I stared at him.

The same man from the plane.

The same man who had closed his hand around my wrist when the aircraft dropped.

The same man who had pulled onto the shoulder of the highway and looked under the hood of Samantha’s car as if he had all the time in the world.

The same man who had known,without being told,that we were going to the Fairmont.

And now he stood in front of me on the executive floor of Blackthorne Holdings, looking at me like a...