The sharp sound of Jason’s communication unit tore through the quiet night, Amelia’s urgent voice breaking the moment like shattered glass. The closeness between him and Leah, that near kiss on the balcony, disappeared into the cool Miami air. The warmth of their almost-touch still lingered, but now it felt like a memory they weren’t sure had ever really happened.

Leah pulled her hand back quickly, her cheeks turning red. Jason ran a hand through his hair and turned away, frustration etched into his face. The intimacy had vanished, replaced by cold reality.

“Victoria Walker,” Jason said flatly, the name bitter on his lips. “My stepmother. What is she doing?”...