Chapter 11 The Hidden Anchor

• Nathan POV
• The drive back from the downtown development site was a masterclass in forced discipline.
• I sat in the rear of the armored SUV, the digital tablet in my lap displaying a steady stream of project metrics that I hadn't actually read in over thirty minutes. My focus was pinned entirely to the front seat. Through the wire mesh partition, I watched the wide, rigid set of Ryan’s shoulders as he navigated the heavy vehicle through the rain-slicked city traffic. His hands griped the steering wheel with absolute precision. He was entirely back in his role as the unyielding Chief of Security, but the memory of his warm skin under my thumb in that dim concrete bay was still vibrating in the center of my palms.