Then the door to the studio swung open.

A shadow fell over me. A voice, deep and smooth, rolled across the room.

“Is this the new hire?”

My neck stiffened. My body knew the voice before my brain processed it.

I turned.

And froze.

Dark suit. Sharp jaw. Eyes like he ate the sun for breakfast.

Who eats the sun, forgive my description. I’m just smitten by his amber eyes.

Caden.

Oh, of course. The universe couldn’t give me a break.

He strode closer, the confident rhythm of a man who owned this building, this city, probably the air we were breathing.

“Mrs. Salvatore,” he said lightly, a smirk tugging...