The moment Chelsea lifted her gaze and saw Altsin, the cold wind seemed to blur her thoughts for a split second.

In that brief moment of daze, memories of the time after his recovery from paraplegia resurfaced—how Mr. Sullivan had thrown himself back into his work at The Sullivan Group, flying everywhere, constantly busy. No matter how late his flights arrived, she would always be at the airport, waiting to pick him up.

She had worried about his body, still fragile from his long recovery, and whether he could handle such an intense workload. She had also worried about his mental state, unsure if he had fully adjusted.

But Altsin...