“I live across the street,” he said softly. “The penthouse. I watch the city sleep. And I saw you, night after night, reading. Crying. Laughing. I thought, That woman feels everything. I wanted to feel something too.”
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“Then let me be your backup plan,” he said. “Not your hero. Not your billionaire from a novel. Just a man who likes the way you talk about broken books and second chances.” “I live across the street,” he said softly