Saturday arrived with an unusual sense of anticipation.
Not for the city.
Not for Riley's Industries.
Not for the countless people going about their weekends.
But for two people who had spent most of their lives trying to succeed at everything except understanding what to do with their own feelings.
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Riley Styles was standing in front of his closet.
And for the first time in years—
He was facing a problem he couldn't solve with strategy.
His gaze moved from one outfit to another.
Then back again.
Then again.
A process that would have horrified Ethan if he were present to witness it.
After several moments, Riley picked one.
Paused.
Then put it back.
The silence in the room became almost ridiculous.
A man who had negotiated billion-dollar deals.
A man who could shut down an entire boardroom with a few sentences.
A man feared by competitors across the country.
Was struggling to choose clothes.
For a date.
His first date.
Ever.
