Chapter 220

Cecilia's pov My lashes fluttered, instinctively. I forced them still. Every muscle in my body locked into place. Even my breath stalled--held hostage by the collision of shock and something dangerously close to heartbreak. Only when his footsteps retreated did I finally exhale. Well, well. So Mr. Alpha has time to sneak a kiss between conference calls and caffeine refills. How...efficient of him. Clearly, the man had feelings. But "feelings" are like condiments--plentiful, varied, and mostly optional. And "like"? That's the watery ketchup of emotions. Barely counts. Not that it mattered. I only "liked" him too. I curled back into sleep wrapped in that beautifully convenient lie. Next time I woke, we'd already landed. Rain tapped against the windows in steady rhythm, the kind of gray drizzle that made London feel like the kind of gray drizzle that made London feel like a prolonged sigh. As I stood at the open cabin door, a gust of damp air slapped me awake. Cold needles threaded throug