The cold wind swept through Philadelphia's streets as Emma stepped out of the office, her coat wrapped tightly around her body. It had been a long day in court, but her mind wasn't on the case she had just won. It was on him.
Alex Kingston.
That insufferable, reckless, arrogant man who somehow had wormed his way into her thoughts. It wasn't just the argument they had earlier—it was the way he looked at her, as if he knew something she didn't. As if he saw beyond the steel walls she had spent years constructing.
She exhaled sharply, pushing the thought away.
Her heels clicked against the pavement as she made her way toward the parking lot. But as she reached her car, she noticed a sleek black Mercedes parked beside it. She didn't have to guess who it belonged to.
Alex leaned against the hood, arms crossed, smirking.
"Stalking me now, Kingston?" she asked, unlocking her car without looking at him.
"I was in the area," he replied lazily, his voice dripping with amusement. "Thought I'd congratulate you on your big win today."
Emma glanced at him, suspicious. "Since when do you care about my cases?"
Alex tilted his head. "Since I became one of them."
She froze. A single heartbeat of silence.
Then, slowly, she turned to face him fully. "What the hell are you talking about?"
He pulled out a folded document from his pocket and handed it to her. Emma unfolded it with a growing sense of unease.
Her breath hitched.
It was a lawsuit—one filed against Kingston Enterprises. And the law firm handling the case? Carter & Associates.
Her firm. Her case.
Emma's grip on the paper tightened. "You're telling me… I'm suing you?"
"Surprise." His smirk deepened, but there was no humor in his eyes. "Looks like we're officially on opposite sides now."
Her stomach twisted. She had handled high-profile cases before, but never against him. Not like this. Not when the air between them was already suffocating with something she couldn't name.
She straightened her spine. "This doesn't change anything. I'll handle this case like any other."
Alex stepped closer, his presence unnervingly close, unnervingly warm despite the cold night. "Are you sure about that, Carter?" His voice was lower now, teasing yet dangerous. "Because I don't think you're ready for the war you just walked into."
Her pulse quickened. But she didn't let it show. She held his gaze, unflinching. "I don't lose wars, Kingston."
His gaze flickered to her lips for just a second—a fraction of a second—but she caught it.
His smirk returned. "We'll see about that."
And with that, he turned, walked to his car, and drove off—leaving Emma standing in the freezing night, gripping the lawsuit that had just changed everything.