Shifting Tides

Rowan brought lunch to the office, and Sloane did him the favor of finishing every bite.

He watched her, his gaze openly affectionate, making her cheeks flush. She averted her eyes awkwardly. "I'm done with the pasta. You should go now."

"As a shareholder, inspecting the company isn't unreasonable, is it?" Rowan sprawled lazily on the sofa, making it clear he wasn't leaving.

Sloane couldn't really