At first, Sara brought him coffee, trying to play the dutiful wife.
Eventually, she stopped. She would deliver the cup and retreat to her room.
His obsession with work was a coping mechanism. The last time he worked this hard was when he and Eva broke up.
He needed the noise of business to drown out his thoughts.
Sara didn't know what happened between them that night. But it was clear Eva was the only woman with the power to unravel him.
Other people couldn't earn his love.
Even earning his hatred was a luxury.
One afternoon, Sara entered the study with coffee as usual.
He didn't look up.
She turned to leave, her hand on the doorknob, when his voice stopped her.
"Change your clothes. You're coming with me."
It wasn't until they were on the road that Sara Navarro pieced it together: Adrian Harding hadn't planned this. Some friend had thrown together a last-minute gathering and begged him to grace them with his presence for a few drinks.
Strictly speaking, it wasn't a formal occasion. They were all from the same circle—the kind of people who ran into each other constantly, whether they liked it or not.