*Noah's POV*
The words hang in the air between us like smoke. Scarlett's confession echoes in my mind, each syllable cutting through years of carefully constructed emotional walls.
"I fancy you."
My throat feels like sandpaper. The restaurant's ambient noise fades to a dull hum as I stare at her across the checkered tablecloth. Her hand is still covering mine, warm and steady despite the tremor I can feel in her fingers.
For a moment, I can't breathe.
Scarlett Hayes, deputy president of Ace Corporation, one of the most powerful women in New York's business world, just confessed her feelings for me. A man she believes is a struggling courier trying to rebuild his life.
But that's not what stops me cold.
What stops me is the immediate, burning question that tears through my chest: Does she know?
