bed was floor-to-ceiling glass. Half of Harborvale spread out beyond it — city lights tangled with faint stars, quiet and beautiful.

She climbed out of bed and padded barefoot to the sofa by the window, pressing her palm flat against the glass.

Then a memory flickered up — something warm and blurred and intimate.

Her face went hot. She pulled her hand from the glass.

Adrian came in quietly. She didn't notice him until his arms circled her from behind, his ...