Chapter 4

A week later.

After spending the morning at Christie’s fall preview, I decided to surprise Nathan with macarons from Ladurée. The front desk security guard–Mike, I think gave me his usual warm smile as I signed in. “Want me to let Mr. Pierce know you’re here, Mrs. Pierce?” I shook my head with a conspiratorial wink. “Let’s make it a surprise.”

When I reached the top floor, I tapped on the heavy oak door of his corner office. Nathan’s boardroom voice cut through: “I specifically said no interruptions.”

“Even for your wife?”

Beep. The security lock clicked open.

The floor–to–ceiling windows were dimmed to their darkest setting, turning the spectacular Manhattan view into a muted backdrop. Nathan sat behind his massive Restoration Hardware desk, his expression softening when he saw

me.

“This is unexpected.”

I gave him a playful pout. “Brought you something sweet. Though you weren’t very sweet just now.”

“Ten–minute break,” he spoke into his MacBook before pulling out his AirPod Pro. He massaged his temples, looking exhausted. “Sorry, angel. Quarterly board meeting. Didn’t realize it was you.”

I

Just muted myself.”

That smile foll

in love with spread across his face. “But I never pass up treats from Mrs. Pierce.”

his webcam still running, I stayed by the visitor

mint green box and lifted a rose raspberry macaron to his

I adored, but suddenly tensed, a strangled sound

I held the macaron mid–air, concern

blinked hard, took the macaron, and after a moment spoke in a strained voice: “Just fatigue.

go. Let you catch your

“Text me next time – I’ll block

glanced back. Nathan was reclining in his Herman Miller, head tilted back, the filtered sunlight casting shadows across his Tom Ford suit as his chest rose and fell.

Chapter 4

elevator bank, something felt off. I turned back.

assistants‘ area,

figure slipped

I saw her

Claire Morrison.

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