Page 184 of The Silver Fox Brother

When we finally break apart, we're both breathing hard. I rest my forehead against hers.

"I'm in love with you. I have been since the day you walked into my office."

Winter's breath hitches. "Knox—"

"But I can't do this if you're not sure," I interrupt, pulling back enough to look her in the eyes.

"If there's any part of you that still wants him. That still questions whether you made the right choice leaving him. I need to know now."

Winter's hands tighten on my shoulders.

"There isn't. I want you."

She pulls me back down and kisses me again.

This time it's softer. Slower. Like she's trying to prove something with the way her lips move against mine.

When we break apart again, I cup her face in my hands.

"I'm all in," I say quietly.

"If you want this. If you want me. I'm all in."

Winter nods, tears spilling down her cheeks.

"I want this. I want you."

I kiss her forehead, then pull her against my chest and just hold her. For the first time in days, I feel like I can breathe.

Chapter Twenty-Four

Winter

Four days after Knox and I reconciled in his office, I'm standing on the twelfth floor of the Tribeca development, clipboard in hand, going over finish details with Tom and two of the contractors.

The model unit is complete. Every detail I designed has come to life exactly as I envisioned it. The marble floors gleam under the recessed lighting, the custom millwork frames the windows perfectly, and the kitchen fixtures are installed and polished to perfection.

It's stunning.

Jenna and Samir from my studio are here with me, taking final measurements and photographs for our portfolio. Jenna is snapping photos of the living room while Samir measures the dining area to confirm the custom table we ordered will fit.

"The penthouse units should be ready for your walk-through by next week," Tom says, showing me the updated timeline on his tablet.

"We're just waiting on the light fixtures to arrive from Italy."

I nod, making a note on my clipboard.

"Good. And the lobby finishes?"

"Almost done. Another three days, tops."

I glance down at my notes but the words blur slightly. A wave of nausea rolls through me and I press my hand to my stomach.

Not now.

I've been feeling off for the past week. Nausea in the mornings. Fatigue that doesn't go away no matter how much I sleep. I chalked it up to stress. The drama with Rowan, the intensity of my relationship with Knox, the pressure of finishing this project on time.

I reach into my bag and pull out a ginger tablet, slipping it into my mouth and letting it dissolve on my tongue.