Kingsley quietly pushed open the door to Sara’s home office, the soft glow of her computer screen spilling into the dark hallway.
It was nearly 1:30 in the morning, yet there she was .. still working.
Sara sat at her desk, blonde hair tied up in a messy bun, wearing one of his oversized shirts that hung loosely off one shoulder.
Her blue eyes were focused intently on the screen, fingers moving across the keyboard with quiet determination.
Even after all these time in New York, she still pushed herself this hard.
A gentle wave of warmth and concern filled Kingsley’s chest as he watched her.
She had come so far ...from the broken woman he had rescued to this fierce, independent force building her own empire.
But he hated seeing her exhaust herself like this.
He stepped into the r
