The soft rustle of contract pages brushing against each other was the only sound in the office, or at least that’s what Nathan forced himself to notice. He pretended to read a clause about an acquisition, but his gaze kept drifting back to the woman across the room.

The blonde woman stood in front of her personal bookshelf by the window. Her fingertips traced the spines of books Nathan had collected over the years.

He knew Tessa wasn’t really reading the titles. She was just pretending ...