As Maya walked up to her apartment, her steps slowed when she noticed a sleek black Range Rover parked right in front of her building. Her eyebrows lifted slightly. That car definitely didn’t belong in this part of town.

Her heart sank a little when she saw who stepped out of it.

Elias.

He was dressed neatly in a white shirt and dark jeans, holding a bouquet of bright yellow tulips—her favorite. His expression was somewhere between hopeful and nervous.

Maya let out a quiet sigh and turned her key in the lock without saying a word.

She didn’t stop or greet him. She just walked into her apartment, gently...