Five years later.

After a grueling afternoon, Winona Montgomery left her office and walked into the cool evening air. She almost did not notice Ares leaning against his car in the parking lot until he spoke.

“Rough day?” he asked softly, studying her face.

She managed a tired smile, crossing the short distance between them. “You could say that. How did you know I would be here so late?”

He shrugged, a warm smile crossing his face. “I just had a feeling you would need some ...