I barely slept.

Every time I closed my eyes I heard his voice again. I feel it. Doesn’t mean I’m going to do anything about it.

The words stayed under my skin like a burn.

Morning light came through the guest room curtains too early. I got up, pulled on a soft tank top and shorts, and went downstairs. The house smelled like coffee. Avery was still asleep. Roman stood at the kitchen island in a dark t-shirt and sweatpants, scrolling through his phone.

He looked up when I walked in. His eyes moved over me once, quick, then settled on my face.

“Morning,” he said. His voice was rough...