ed to Lena's Caf
droom debates, and suffocating expectations. The weight of his empire pressed down on him, a constant reminder t
glow of the overhead lights cast soft shadows across the wooden floors.
l rhythm to her movements-her fingers tapping absentmindedly against the page, the occasional tuck of hair behind her e
small chime of the doorb
cond, surprise flashed in her eyes bef
remarked, closi
dmitted, stepping towar
peg you as the kind to vi
"Maybe I'm u
ffee isn't as ba
from him-something rar
w he wanted it. Somehow, she already knew. As she placed the cup
ou gonna tell me what a guy like you
offee, inhaling the rich
ike the at
s twitched
oken. She didn't treat him like an enigma, nor did she pry with the desperation of someone trying to wi
the kitchen shat
he back. Alexander's instinct for control and efficiency kicked in, an
o pick up a tray of shattered dishes, his hands shaking slightly
e boy stammered.
"it's fine, Mason. It's j
Lena helped him pick up the pieces, completely unfazed by the mess. Her pa
larger shards. Mason's eyes widened
p look, and the boy
er gaze. "You d
ed. "Why
ffled his hair and handed him a broom. "Cl
but his gaze kept flicking toward Alex
her hand, couldn't t
reated him d
, and not now, even af
s wealth, or the power that came wi
hing off his suit. "Y
a brow. "A
o I
ked. "Sh
to win his favor. But Lena Carter? She simply shrugged and returned to the front, le
s life, Alexander Cain w
sure how he fe
last customers trickled out. Mason had finished cleaning and le
ced at his unt
ong gone cold, but he w
er, stealing a glance at
erva
eople don't linger when ther
have my
ag down, eyes na
hat. But you never
ard slightly, his voi
idn't
if you were w
e sent a spark of am
't intim
n't imp
an anything-made
he café's glass do
the dim streetlight, face obscured by the glare of
ightening. Then, as if deciding somethin
stood. "Wh
overing over the lock. "Ju
li
orced casualness in her voice. His world taught hi
e knocked again,
curled. He didn't li
him over her sho
ocked t
the fragile sense of