Nox

I stood at the tall windows overlooking the Financial District, completely oblivious to the scene before me. From fifty-eight stories up, I had a prestigious view of some of the most expensive real estate in the country, and none of it mattered. My mind was with Charli. If I weren't careful, my body would follow. Not exactly the best state of affairs for conducting business.

I'd managed to do that, but between each phone call or report, I'd slip back to the ...