Viviana's POV

We strode from the parking lot into the elevator, a confined space that quickly grew crowded as more passengers clamored inside. Suddenly, my shoulder collided with someone’s.

“I’m so sorry, that wasn’t intentional,” I stammered, turning hastily to offer an apology.

That was the moment I saw him—Nolan's piercing blue eyes, and the sharp contours of his jawline that carved shadows like a sculpture. I couldn’t determine whether ...