Elena’s POV

The morning sunlight pours across my desk in pale, steady streams, warming the edge of my coffee cup but doing little to ease the restless night I left behind. I barely slept, my mind refusing to quieten even after the twins had settled into bed. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw him, Cole, the sharp lines of his face, the steady intensity of his gaze across the table at lunch. I shouldn’t allow myself to linger on that memory. He is a businessman, nothing more. He must remain ...