Emily’s POV

The gravel crunching under my tires sounded like thunder as I pulled up the long driveway.

The iron gates of the Greenwich estate were wide open, and Daniel was standing right there on the paved court. He didn't even wait for me to put the car completely in park before he yanked my driver’s side door open, his silver eyes wild with sheer relief.

"Emily," he rasped, grabbing my waist and pulling me straight out of the seat and into his chest.

He held me so tight I could hear the hard, frantic rhythm of his heart pounding against his ribs. His hand found the back of my...