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The CEO's stolen heir
Chapter 1 Five years later
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of her shoulder, tasting of salt and rosemary when his mouth found them. His hand closed
ow, and the sound cut every cl
er shoulder in the dark, the heat of her
away from that hotel room in the morning was going to cost
r got he
idn't have it. And some mornings, that abs
hone, one hand steadying Noah's backpack on her shoulder, the other presse
my fir
ca
it's sho
kn
r sleeve. "Is
cular briskness of a woman doing math in her head nursery fees, sick days, the exact number of favors she had left to call in before pe
in the tone of a five-year-old who
and old money dressed up as new money, forty floors of a company Elena had spent three weeks convincing herself she was q
d, on day one, to wa
d in with
opped instinctively low. Elena kept Noah's hand in a death grip and aimed for the lifts wit
a sheet so smooth it looked solid and in his excitement he let go of her hand and darted three full steps ahead, directly into the path o
oa
her legs, already opening her mouth to apologize to whoever this was going to be some dir
d, breathless, looking
ried up in
ind of man rooms rearranged themselves around dark hair, a jaw that looked like it had never once softened for anyone, e
kwood did n
ooking
photograph you don't remember taking. Noah, unbothered, gazed back up at him with the guil
ike your building. The
idn't ans
face to a memory he'd have said, an hour ago, he'd buried five years deep. The dark hair. The set of the jaw, too young yet to have hardened into anything, b
ny she'd just been hired into, whose photograph she'd seen on the annual report she'd skimmed at 2 a.m. preparing for this e
s his
et to carry across the lobby, but it landed with th
m so
hatever had been moving behind his eyes a moment ag
didn't fully trust told her it was alre
t carefully constructed stillness, five years of certainty abou
id noth
et, wearing a face that made no sense unless it m
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