Turn

de, the snow was coming down so hard I couldn't even see the buildings across t

w am I supposed to get back to Cambridge? I only packed one small carry-on this morning

r on his phone screen, his expression comp

suspended all subway and bus lines across Greater Boston, and there'

o go?" My fingers gripped t

hadn't been set up yet, and with fifty-two dollars in my bank account, I couldn't even a

and looked at me as if I had just

signing our marriage license?" He tapped the glass partition and spoke to the driv

o-I can't just crash at your place! We agreed

al to my grandfather's trustees," Knox countered

ied at nine in the morning and you check into some cheap hotel alone by ten, our deal is

ing the city, and snapped my mouth shut. I had zero leverage and nowhere else to g

tunnel, the Maybach pulled into a heated underground gar

nto a private biometric elevator. He pressed his thumb to the scanner

d open, I stepped out an

square feet-with double-height floor-to-ceiling glass

ay, and cold white marble. It looked less like a ho

out of his heavy black overcoat and tossing it over the back of an Ital

elevator doors, clutching the handle of my battered suitcase

till standing by the exit like a lost tourist. He set his glass down, walked over to the entryw

's badge?" he asked dryly, towering over me. "

n the rubber mat by the elevator, and slid my feet into the warm, soft s

king up at him. "If I don't come back to Cam

your boyfriend," Knox said, walking back to pick up his glass. "Unles

her I was stranded downtown by the travel ban, and immediately p

and the intimidating man leaning against the ba

ed quickly, desperate to put a soli

ointed toward the floating glass s

x said, watching me over the rim of his glass. "My master bedroom and s

ed, grabbing my suitcase with both hands and practic

e's entire living room-I shut the heavy door, turned the lock,

irector: *Due to the state-of-emergency blizzard, Monday's new-hire ori

ceiling window and stared out at the

ght. I was snowed in inside this glass

m. Between the disastrous blind date last night and sneaking out before dawn

ap water from the bathroom sink in a futile attempt to qui

m door open an inch

t and the low, muffled rumble of Knox's voice on a conference call ca

ly down the floating staircase and sli

imported glass bottles of sparkling water, protein shakes, and raw vacuum-sealed ribeye steaks that

finally found an unopened box of bronze-cut spaghetti and a jar

ot with water, and turned on the induction stove. Within ten minutes, the rich, c

rner and used both hands to lift the heavy pot of boiling pasta t

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