Chapter 86

Nora POV

The room tilts.

Not literally. Nothing so dramatic. The glass walls remain upright, the long walnut table stays polished and still, the city beyond the windows continues breathing in its slow, arrogant way. But something inside me slips out of alignment the second he steps through the door.

David Reid.

Alive. Whole. Unchanged in all the ways that matter and all the ways that ruin me.

For a fraction of a second, I forget how to breathe. I forget how to be the woman seated at the head of the table with a tablet in front of her and a legal pad to her right, forget how to be the COO with her spine straight and her face schooled into professional calm. I am abruptly and violently aware of the girl I used to be, the one who once memorized the cadence of his footsteps, the one who