Emily's POV

Dawn painted the Greenwich estate in shades of amber and rose, light spilling through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the master suite like honey poured over silk sheets.

I hadn't slept. Not really. Every time I closed my eyes, Adrian Cole's smug face materialized behind my lids, that yellowed folder in his hands promising to destroy everything Daniel had built.

But sometime around four in the morning, Daniel's breathing had finally evened out beside me. The tension in his shoulders had softened. His arm had stayed wrapped around my waist, heavy and possessive, even in sleep.

I'd watched him for hours. The sharp cut of his jaw. The dark...