Amara wasn't the jealous type.
She didn't have time for it.
Didn't believe in it.
Didn't feel it.
Until—
"Adrian!"
A woman's voice cut through the air, bright and familiar.
Amara turned just in time to see a stunning woman wrap her arms around him.
Too close.
Too comfortable.
Too… familiar.
Adrian stiffened slightly before gently pulling away. "Clara."
Clara.
The name echoed in Amara's mind like something unwelcome.
"I didn't know you were back," Clara said, smiling up at him.
"I've been busy."
Her gaze flicked toward Amara.
Sharp. Assessing.
Curious.
"And who is this?"
Amara straightened instinctively. "Amara Reyes."
Recognition flashed immediately.
"Ah," Clara smiled. "The famous partner."
Something about the way she said it felt wrong.
Like a challenge.
"Business partner," Amara clarified calmly.
But her chest felt tight.
Why?
"She's more than that," Adrian said suddenly.
Both women looked at him.
Amara's heart skipped.
Clara's smile faltered—just slightly.
"Oh?" she said.
Adrian didn't elaborate.
And somehow—
That made it worse.
"Adrian and I go way back," Clara added, her hand lightly touching his arm.
Amara noticed.
Of course she did.
Every detail.
Every movement.
Every inch of space that wasn't hers to claim.
"That's nice," Amara replied coolly.
But inside—
Something twisted.
Unfamiliar.
Uncomfortable.
Jealousy.
And she hated it.