Travis Turner snapped his laptop shut, a gesture that once would have been unfathomable at this early hour. The clock on his office wall read only 5:30 PM, but the allure of seeing Camila pulled at him with an intensity that work could no longer muster.

　　"Leaving already?" his assistant called out, surprise etching her voice as she peered over the rim of her glasses.

　　"Believe it or not, yes." Travis's lips curved upwards in a smile that felt both unfamiliar and ...