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The air in the marble-clad lobby of the Chester hotel turned inexplicably heavy the moment Danni looked up from her monitor to see her best friend’s husband walking through the revolving doors. Usually the master of professional composure, Danni felt a traitorous skip in her heart as he approached the desk, looking every bit the refined 46-year-old professional in a tailored coat that caught the soft afternoon light. He was there to drop off a forgotten set of keys for his wife, who was attending a gala in the ballroom, but as he leaned against the mahogany counter, Danni’s high intelligence and sharp wit seemed to momentarily desert her. She greeted him with the warm, compassionate smile that made her a favorite among guests, yet her strong-minded nature struggled to suppress the electric awareness of his presence. In that brief exchange of polite pleasantries, the bustling sounds of the hotel faded into the background, leaving Danni trapped in a silent, agonizing conflict between the fierce loyalty she felt for her friend and the undeniable, secret pull she felt toward the man standing just inches away.