she hadn’t seen in years.
Nathan Harrison.
She answered immediately.
“”Nathan.””
Her voice was cold.
Careful.
Guarded.
“”Emma,”” he said quietly. “”We need to talk.””
For a moment, neither of them spoke.
Then Emma glanced toward her apartment door.
Almost as though she already knew exactly where he was.
Finally, she broke the silence.
“”Come upstairs.””
Nathan exhaled.
But before he could respond, Emma added one final sentence.
A sentence that made his stomach drop.
“”Before you walk through that door, understand something.””
“”What?””
Her voice hardened.
“”You still have
