Ink’s arm froze midair as he caught the direction of Catrina’s gaze. His brows lifted slowly, suspicion curling into curiosity.

“What exactly are you staring at?” he asked, his voice low as he followed her line of sight.

Catrina didn’t answer immediately. Her eyes widened, lips parting in pure disbelief as she leaned slightly forward, as though afraid the vision might vanish if she blinked.

“Oh. My. God,” she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper. “Calvin brought a girl home.”

The words hung between them like a thunderclap.

Ink stiffened.

“This is shocking,” Catrina added, pressing her palm against her chest as though steadying her racing heart. “I can’t...