VIVIAN

“Wow,” I gawked. “Just… wow.”

“It’s just an office,” Jesse insisted as he took off his suit jacket and slung it over the back of his leather executive chair.

“This isn’t an office. This is bigger than my apartment.” “I guess it’s pretty spacious.” “Ah, so humble,” I teased.

“Make yourself at home. This shouldn’t take me too long.”

“There’s no rush.”

“There kind of is. I need to get you home sooner rather than later.”

Home.

He didn’t refer to it as the penthouse or the safehouse, but as home. I knew it was probably a silly thing to fixate on, but the word made the butterflies in...