Chapter 6

The apartment Julian Thorne had leased for them in Tribeca was a masterclass in superficial elegance. It featured exposed brick walls, floor-to-ceiling windows, and a state-of-the-art open kitchen that looked as though it had never been cooked in—mostly because it hadn’t. Julian preferred

Chapter 7

The kitchen of L’Etoile was usually a symphony. A loud, aggressive symphony, but a coordinated one. Tonight, it was a catastrophic trainwreck.

Julian stood at the center of the pass, sweat beading on his forehead and soaking the collar of his pristine executive chef's coat. The ticket m

Chapter 8

The morning light streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Café de l'Aube was a soft, buttery gold, casting a warm glow over the pristine marble tabletop. Clara Vance sat in a secluded corner booth, a bone-china cup of black coffee resting untouched beside a stack of legal docume