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Harper doesn’t press. Just lifts a brow, that curious glint in her eye sayinguh-huhwithout a word.

She shifts her weight and steps aside, giving Sebastian room to pass.He mumbles a goodbye and slips out, disappearing down the hall.

“Guess I’ll take that as a yes to coffee,” she says, grinning. "Tell me everything."

CHAPTER 25

OLIVIA

“So that’s it? One orgasm and you’re torching your whole career?” Harper says under her breath, as we walk through the airport's security.

I glance at the TSA agent in front of us, who lifts a brow. Then back at Harper, and hiss, "Can we not talk about it anymore. Not here."

She waits until we’re through, grabbing her boots from the plastic bin, before she pushes again, “At least go to HR see if there's some way?—”

"There's not."

“I get why you’re freaked out, Liv. But there are ways around it. You’re not the first person to fall for someone you shouldn’t.”

I shake my head. “This isn’t justsomeone. There are ethics. Guidelines.”

“And you’venevercrossed one? Not even a little?”

"No," I mutter.

Harper scoffs. “Jesus. You must beexhaustedtrying to be perfect all the time.”

I don’t look at her. Just stare straight ahead as we walk.

“I don’t care about being perfect,” I say quietly. “I care about doing the right thing.”

She’s silent for a beat.

“Look, maybe I’m morally flexible, but one toe over the line isn’t the end of the world—especially when the line comes with stormy eyes and a six-pack.”

I give her a weak glare. “It’s not funny.”

“I’m not laughing,” she says, grinning. “Much.”

“Someone’s going to find out. You already know. And Kane...”

Her brows shoot up. “Kane knows?”

“Not about last night,” I say quickly. “Just about...the kiss. From before.”

“You didn’t tell me there was a kiss.”

“It was a while ago. After a session.” I exhale. “It just happened.”

“So that look between you two at the bar wasn’t nothing. I knew it.” She grins a little. “You’ve been crushing on Sebastian Wilde for a while.”

“Keep it down.” I glance around, heat rising in my cheeks.

“Sorry,” she says, grinning.

Across the terminal, I spot the team beginning to move toward the private gate. Sebastian’s with Kane, a duffel over his shoulder, cap low over his brow. He looks up, eyes finding mine like it’s automatic. There’s tension in his features—tight jaw, furrowed brow—but something warmer flickers under it.

He walks toward me, gaze locked. “We need to talk, Olivia.”

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