Chapter 14 Hearts On The Line

• Steve Lancaster rarely felt nervous. Yet as he watched Sandra Vega move through the soft light of the penthouse suite, wrapped in one of his button-down shirts, barefoot and thoughtful, his pulse skipped in a way no boardroom had ever provoked.
• Last night had been unforgettable. Not just for the passion that still lingered on their skin, but for what had passed between their hearts—raw confessions, promises whispered in the dark.
• Now, morning sunlight spilled through the windows, painting her in gold, and the weight of what they were building—together—pressed gently but firmly on his chest.