Daniel’s POV

I sat at the head of the mahogany conference table, resting my chin on my folded hands while seven senior vice presidents argued over six decimal points.

"If we push the Reed acquisition into Q4, the tax write-offs alone give us leverage," Vance said, tapping his pen against his glass. "What do you think, Daniel?"

I didn't answer him. I was staring at the glare of the morning sun reflecting off the glass skyscraper across the street, my mind miles away from Walker International.

I was thinking about last night.

I was thinking about the exact sound Emily made when I lifted her against the cool tile of...