“She was supposed to be his enemy, and for three years she was. But on the night Logan Pierce found Victoria Cain sitting alone in the rain, mascara running, heels broken, pressing a bloodied palm against her silk blouse — every wall he’d built between them cracked straight down the middle. He could have walked past. He almost did. What he chose instead would cost him everything he thought he knew about rivalry, ambition, and the terrifying possibility that the one person who understood him most was the same one he’d spent three years trying to destroy.”
“She was supposed to be his enemy, and for three years she was. But on the night Logan Pierce found Victoria Cain sitting alone in the rain, mascara running, heels broken, pressing a bloodied palm against her silk blouse — every wall he’d built between them cracked straight down the middle. He could have walked…
