The woman's hair was slightly curly.
The scent of her hair drifted into his nose.
A faint blend of cedar and rose.
That fragrance was like a key, quietly unlocking some deep-seated instinct.
He carelessly twirled a strand of dark, smooth long hair between his fingers.
"What do you have to offer me for cooperation?"
His voice was deep.
Cora Lowell lowered her eyes, her lashes casting a faint shadow under the light.
"You're late. If there was really something urgent, you could have skipped coming."
But any ordinary person would choose the former without hesitation.
Career signifies reality, while feelings are nothing but an illusory dream.
But Landon Lockwood is different.
He could have stayed out of this, yet pursued someone with whom he had only briefly been together, all the way here.
Since he promised to be on time, he'd never be late without a reason.
He never does anything meaningless, nor does he break promises lightly.
Yet now, he was precisely late.
