LOGIN**Aria's POV***Two Years Later*Emma discovered that she could climb out of her bed approximately three days after she turned two, and since then our mornings had developed a new shape.She appeared in the bedroom doorway at six fifteen carrying her stuffed elephant and her blanket and her absolute certainty that the day should begin immediately. She didn't knock. Knocking was a concept we had attempted to introduce several times without meaningful success."Mama. Dada. Up."Damien made a sound beside me that was not a word."Five more minutes baby," I said without opening my eyes."No minutes," Emma said firmly. She had her father's negotiating instincts. It was going to be a serious problem when she was older.The small weight of her landed on the bed between us with determination and I finally opened my eyes to find her sitting upright with her elephant, looking at both of us with patient expectation, her dark hair sticking up in approximately seven different directions.Two years
Maya's POVMargaret Peterson did not react the way I expected her to.I had prepared for skepticism. I had prepared for the careful measured response of a senior partner who had spent thirty years protecting her firm's reputation and wasn't going to let two newest employees blow up a major case based on documents handed over in a coffee shop by a man with an obvious agenda.I had not prepared for her to read through Daniel Morrison's envelope for fifteen minutes in complete silence and then look up at me and say, "I've had a feeling about this case since week two."Liam looked at me across the conference table. I looked back at him."You had a feeling," he repeated carefully."Something in the financial structure never sat right with me. I couldn't put my finger on it so I kept pushing forward." She closed the folder and folded her hands on top of it. "But this puts a finger on it quite clearly.""If what Daniel Morrison is saying is true," I said, "then we've been building a case tha
Daniel Morrison wanted to meet at a coffee shop three blocks from the Peterson & Associates building, which told me two things immediately. He knew where I worked, and he wasn't afraid of being seen near it. People with genuinely dangerous information usually wanted to meet somewhere obscure. Somewhere they couldn't be traced.The fact that he chose somewhere ordinary either meant he was confident or he was careless.I hadn't told Liam yet.I knew I needed to. We were partners, professionally and whatever else we were becoming personally, and walking into a meeting with the estranged heir of our current client without telling him first was exactly the kind of thing that could unravel both the case and us before we'd properly found our footing.But something made me wait. I wanted to hear what Daniel had to say first. I wanted to form my own opinion before I brought Liam in and watched his legal mind immediately start restructuring everything around strategy and risk management.Someti
Maya POVI woke up before Liam.That was new. In the three weeks we'd been doing whatever this was, he was always the first one up, already showered and annoyingly put-together by the time I opened my eyes. But this morning he was still asleep, one arm thrown across my waist, his face completely relaxed in a way it never was at the office.He looked younger like this. Less like the intimidating Liam Blackwood who could silence a room just by walking into it, and more like an actual human being who occasionally needed rest.I watched him for a moment longer than I should have, then carefully slid out from under his arm and padded to the kitchen.His apartment was the kind of place that made you feel slightly underdressed just standing in it. Floor to ceiling windows, a kitchen with appliances I didn't know the names of, and a coffee machine that looked like it belonged in a laboratory rather than a home. I stood in front of it for a full minute before admitting defeat."The button on t
Maya's POV"You're nervous," Liam observed, watching me fidget with my blazer for the third time in five minutes."I'm not nervous. I'm... strategically concerned about first impressions.""You're nervous." He reached over and stilled my hands with his own. "It's adorable.""Adorable is not the look I'm going for on my first day at Peterson & Associates.""What look are you going for?""Competent. Professional. Like someone who definitely didn't get her last job because her boss was secretly in love with her."Liam's expression softened. "Maya, you got that job because you're brilliant. Everything that happened between us was secondary to the fact that you're one of the most talented lawyers I've ever worked with.""You have to say that. You're sleeping with me now.""I'm saying it because it's true. And I was thinking it long before we ever kissed."We were sitting in his car outside the Peterson & Associates building, both of us starting our new jobs this morning. Equal partners, eq
Aria's POVEmma had finally settled into a deep sleep after what felt like hours of fussing, and the apartment was blissfully quiet. Three weeks postpartum, and I was just starting to feel like myself again—physically, at least. Emotionally, everything was still new territory.Damien was in the kitchen, cleaning up after dinner with the methodical precision he brought to everything. I watched him from the couch, marveling at how domestic he'd become. Three weeks ago, I would have bet money that Damien Knight had never loaded a dishwasher in his life."She's out?" he asked, noticing my stare."Finally. I think she was testing how long we could function on two hours of sleep."He dried his hands on the kitchen towel and came to sit beside me, close enough that I could smell his cologne mixed with baby powder—a combination that had somehow become incredibly appealing."You look tired," he said, brushing a strand of hair away from my face."Gee, thanks. Every woman loves to hear that.""Y
Maya's POVWatching Damien Knight try to navigate our tiny Brooklyn apartment was like watching a lion attempt ballet. He kept ducking under the low-hanging light fixture in the living room and looking around like he'd landed on an alien planet."The couch pulls out," I offered helpfully as he exam
Maya's POVThe apartment door slammed behind me with more force than I intended, the sound echoing through our small living room like a gunshot. My heels clattered to the floor, followed by my purse hitting the hardwood with a defeated thud. The tears I'd been choking back since the airport—hell, s
Maya's POVThe first thing I felt was warmth—the kind that seeps into your bones and makes you want to stay wrapped in it forever.The second was pain—a dull, persistent ache between my thighs that brought everything rushing back in vivid, mortifying detail.I blinked against the soft morning light
(Damien’s POV)The moment Liam Harrington stepped into my estate, I knew exactly what kind of man he was. Calculated and Ambitious. The kind who didn’t waste time on unnecessary words.Good. But also predictable.He extended his hand, firm grip, steady gaze. The kind of greeting that screamed confi







