Berlin in February was cold and moody, the kind of place wrapped in a heavy gray sky that made everything feel a little too serious.
Grace had only been here once before and hadn’t exactly fallen in love with the city—maybe it was the weight of its history, its layers of culture. Whatever it was, it gave her a sense of quiet heaviness she couldn’t shake.
She wouldn’t have come at all if that troublemaker Gavin hadn’t begged her—claiming it was for something major, like proposing to his partner. Otherwise? Not a chance.
She and Gavin went way back to college. Back then, she had no clue he had anything to do with the Sterling family. The guy used to ride a beat-up bike to campus, last name Sinclair, totally under the radar.
No one would've guessed he had any ties to one of the most pre
