Page 143 of Before Dawn

I looked up to find my sister typing away on her laptop, looking far too pleased with herself.

It wasn’t often shewillinglydropped by, but she’d had a client nearby and used it as an excuse to visit. The best part? Today didn’t feel strained at all. In fact, she’d been unusually extroverted—new, but much appreciated.

“Right,” I admitted, rubbing the back of my neck. That was another shocker—finding out they knew each other all along.

She tilted her head, curiosity gleaming in her eyes. “After a decade of no love, how’d you end up here?”

I chuckled softly. “She’s my blessing from God,hermanita.66”

Her expression softened. “Is it official?”

“Not yet, but I’ve got a date planned.” Technically, our date should’ve happened weeks ago, but with everything going on, it had to be postponed. I wanted to make sure she felt secure, that this was the right time for both of us.

Emilia grinned. “I’m happy for you.”

“Thanks, Em.”

My phone buzzed, the alarm flashing:Meeting in 30 minutes.I sighed, slipping it into my pocket and standing.

“I’ve got a meeting soon,” I said, grabbing my jacket.

“Elijah and I will head out then,” she said.

“No, stay the night,” I replied.

She hesitated. “Are you sure? I don’t want to disrupt anything.”

“Emilia, you’re not a random person—you’re my sister. Of course, I’m sure.”

She smiled. “Okay, but don’t be surprised if I eat all your food.”

I laughed softly. “Fair warning, but kiss my nephew for me.”

Grabbing my keys, I felt a flicker of gratitude. We didn’t always get along, but moments like this reminded me that we could.

I switched gears as I headed to my office, my mind shifting toward business. The Astar contract was still on pause, the family overseas in Germany leaving the deal in limbo. I couldn’t afford to let things stagnate, though, so strategizing with my team was necessary.

A request from the Milton Group sat on my desk, but since it wasn’t a priority, I let Morison set itaside.

After wrapping up, I stopped by Book Culture. The usually quiet bookstore buzzed with activity. I walked in, juggling a sandwich, a slice of cake, and a bouquet of primroses.

Then I saw her.

She stood by the shelves, helping a customer, her braids catching the light as she nodded—effortless, captivating, the kind of beauty that turned heads and stopped hearts.

When she turned and saw me, her eyes widened in surprise.

“What are you doing here?” she asked, walking over, still stunned.

I grinned, pulling her in for a kiss. “I brought these for you.” I held up the goodies. “I missed you.”

Her expression softened, and she smiled. “You spoil me.”

“As any man would do for his lady.”

She shook her head. “I think you’re just obsessed with me, Mr. Suarez.”

“That I am,” I agreed.

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