Riley twirled her pen in her hand mindlessly, while focusing on a case file, when she noticed the ink smudge across her thumb. She'd always thought it was funny how she could meticulously argue corporate litigation but couldn't seem to keep her hands clean. The late afternoon light slanted through the floor-to-ceiling windows of her firm’s office, casting elongated shadows across the stacks of paperwork crowding her desk....

Riley sits in her leather back chair, the Hartford merger file in front of her, waiting for Walker to arrive, she desperately wants to postpone it, but understands how vital this is. Walker strides into Riley's office, his broad shoulders filling the doorway like he owns the place, which, professionally speaking, he doesn't. But the way his rolled-up sleeves cling to his forearms, veins tracing paths Riley's fingers itch...