The first thing Harper was aware of was the warmth.

A heavy, comforting heat enveloped her from behind, a solid wall of muscle pressed against her back. A strong arm was draped securely over her waist, holding her flush against a broad chest.

Harper blinked her eyes open slowly. The floor-to-cei

With a shaking hand, Harper picked up the flash drive and walked toward her laptop.

The penthouse was entirely too quiet. Usually, she found the silence of the glass-walled sanctuary comforting, a barrier between her and the chaotic streets of the city below. But today, the silence felt expectant.

The private elevator chimed, a soft, melodic sound that usually signaled the end of Harper’s isolation. Today, it sounded like a death knell.

Harper stood in the grand foyer of the penthouse, her hand tightly gripping the handle of her suitcase. She watched the brass doors slide open, expecting to