Rain.
I pick at a piece of orange chicken, my mind still drifting toward my mother and Rhysand who’s likely tearing the city apart looking for me.
In an effort to drown out the noise in my head, I look up at Caiden. “I know this might not be a good time, but do you think we could talk business for a minute?”
Caiden smiles and nods, happy for the distraction. “Of course. Please.”
He pulls out his phone and opens up the floor plans for his office. In the minutes that follow, I stop being the girl hiding from a possessive billionaire and her mother. I’m simply Rain, a professional designer.
We fall into a rhythm, discussing color palettes and textures, lighting, and the way he wants the lobby to feel.
Emma watches us for a bit, a knowing smirk playing on her lips, then she stands up and
