It was late into the night.

On the 28th floor, Maggie rolled over on the bed, reaching out for the comforting presence of her man. But she found nothing but cold sheets. Her eyes fluttered open to find Sanford's side of the bed vacant. Where could he have gone?

Was he meeting Jaelyn?

A wave of unease swept over Maggie. She cast aside the quilt and rose from the bed, only to find Sanford smoking on the bedroom balcony.

His tall silhouette stood cloaked in the darkness, exuding an eerie calm.