Layla bolted from his office, eager to escape the oppressive atmosphere of the towering skyscraper as soon as she stepped out of the elevator.

Once she was in her car, she stepped on the gas and sped off, even though she had noticed in her rearview mirror that Tristan was catching up with her. She brushed him off completely, and her eyes that were stinging from unshed tears still focused straight ahead.

She'd always thought she could be indifferent to Tristan and convinced ...