KELLAN WARD
The office was hollowing out—one by one, the lights on each floor of Ward Group's headquarters flickered off, leaving only a few like Kellan, entombed by the relentless blue glow of computer monitors.
The stack of contracts in front of him was finally done, signed and sealed, waiting for Jingyu to whisk them away. The only problem was that Jingyu would no doubt return with more.
Kellan stretched, rolling his shoulders, banishing the ache of hours hunched over his desk or sitting in endless meetings. He'd worked through lunch and a quick dinner of microwaved noodles. Still, even exhaustion couldn't blunt the current of anticipation that thrummed beneath his skin.
Aurora.
Kellan let himself imagine returning to Butterfly Villa, stepping into the foyer, and her, waiting. She'd look at him, shy. Mischievous. He'd draw her into his arms and hold her. Safe. Warm. His.
