Sebastian had never felt this way before. Not for any woman.
This restlessness in his chest, the way his eyes searched for her in every room, the way her laugh—rare and soft—echoed in his head hours after she left… this was something else entirely.
And yet, the reality of it stung worse than anything.
She was married.
The woman he wanted—the only woman who'd ever made his cold, numb heart stir—belonged to someone else.
He sat at his desk long after the others had gone home, staring blankly at a document he couldn't read. His thoughts kept circling back to her. Miss Lilith Parker.
He'd noticed something, though. A pattern.
She always stayed late.
Always worked overtime.
Even when there wasn't much to do.
And more than once, she didn't leave until after he had.
The idea planted a wild seed in his mind. What if she likes me too?
No. That's impossible.
She's married. She loves her husband.
