Jaden’s car pulled into the long, winding driveway of his mansion, the sleek black vehicle cutting through the cold, empty night like a phantom. He killed the engine, but for a long moment, he didn’t move. His fingers tightened around the steering wheel, his jaw clenching as he stared at the massive house looming before him.
Dark. Silent. Lifeless.
His home.
He exhaled sharply, his breath fogging up slightly against the cool interior of the car. He was exhausted—mentally, physically, in every damn way a man could be. But the last thing he wanted was to step inside that empty house.
Because the moment he did, there would be no distractions. No work. No phone calls. No Claire interrupting with reports. Just silence.
And silence meant one thing.
His mind would go straight to her.
Anna.
