KANE'S POV

I stood there at the base of the stairs, my black suit tailored sharp against my skin, the fabric heavy with expectation.

My cufflinks glinted in the chandelier light. My hair slicked back, jaw set.

This was the role I knew how to play, the image, the perfect Callahan son. But my chest had this stupid, restless thrum to it and I didn’t know if it was because of the party... or her.

Then the elevator doors opened. Rhea.

She stepped out, her heels clicking ...