Rafael didn’t mean to see it.

He told himself that over and over as he stood frozen at the edge of the hallway, the low light from the penthouse corridor cutting across his face like a blade. He had come for one reason only—to deliver what he’d uncovered, something dangerous enough to shift the balance of power if placed in the right hands. Or the wrong ones.

He hadn’t expected the door to Alyssa’s private suite to be ajar.

He hadn’t expected to hear her voice—low, rough around the edges, stripped of the sharp control she wore like armor in public.

And he hadn’t expected Ethan.

Rafael stopped short when...