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Daxton was across the room, by the dresser, which was a massive slab of dark mahogany with gold inlays that matched the rest of the penthouse's elegant décor. I watched him slip on his navy suit jacket with effortless ease, but my eyes caught the way his fingers rubbed at his temples. I couldn't help but notice the way his movements had slowed, just slightly, as if something was holding him back.

A knot of worry twisted inside me, but I didn't know how to say what I felt. He ...