REOMEN
I couldn't believe it.
The door opened without a sound, and there she was. Paige. Standing in the frame of my office door like a ghost I'd been begging the universe to send back to me.
For a single, heart-stopping second, I thought I had finally, truly lost my mind. That the lack of sleep and the constant, gnawing ache of her absence had conjured her out of thin air.
My body moved before my mind could catch up. It was a raw, animal instinct. A surge of pure, undiluted need that bypassed all thought, all strategy, all pride. I was out of my seat, the world tilting on its axis, my only focus the woman who had just walked back into my life.
I crossed the room in three strides and my arms were around her, crushing her to my chest. She was real. Solid. She was here. The scent of her hair—that same clean, intoxicating fragrance—flooded my senses, and for the first time in weeks,
