Chapter: MY STEPBROTHER'S KITCHENChapter FiveLILYDay five had a rhythm.Morning kitchen. His coffee. My newspaper. Bare feet on cold tile and the third floorboard and the specific ordinary intimacy that had stopped frightening me somewhere around day three.His bed at night. Every night.Days in between that moved between ordinary and electric — grocery runs to Wrenfield village where he put his hand on my lower back in the produce aisle without thinking about it. Afternoons in the library where I read and he worked at the desk and occasionally looked up and caught me watching and said nothing. Evenings where we cooked together and argued about seasoning and he was wrong and wouldn't admit it.It felt like something.It was something.My phone rang on day five at two in the afternoon.Cara.I looked at the screen. Looked at Cole across the kitchen. He raised an eyebrow.I answered."I'm in Wrenfield," Cara said. No preamble. That was Cara entirely. "My cousin's wedding is Saturday. I'm here until Sunday. Please tel
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Chapter: MY STEPBROTHER'S KITCHENChapter Four LILY He was cooking when I came downstairs. Not coffee and toast — actual cooking. Eggs in one pan, something with mushrooms and tomatoes in another, the specific smell of butter and good bread toasting that hit me at the bottom of the stairs and stopped me where I stood. Cole at the stove in sweatpants and a grey shirt with a dish towel over his shoulder and bare feet on the kitchen tile. That was what frightened me. Not the bedroom. Not the things we'd done in it or the sounds we'd made or the way he'd looked at me in the moonlight afterward. All of that I'd been prepared for — had been bracing for it in some form since I was nineteen years old. This I hadn't been prepared for. Cole making breakfast like we were something. Like this was a morning that belonged to us. He turned and saw me in the doorway and said nothing for a moment — just looked at me with dark eyes that had seen me thoroughly undone twelve hours ago and were apparently perfectly comfortable wi
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Chapter: MY STEPBROTHER'S KITCHENChapter Three LILY He knocked at ten. One knock. The same as Rowe's single knock — I thought about that briefly and then stopped thinking about anything because Cole pushed the door open and looked at me sitting on the edge of the bed in the dark and said nothing and crossed the room. No kitchen counter this time. No midnight urgency or morning improvisation. He stood in front of me and took my face in both hands and looked at me in the dark for a long moment — dark eyes, jaw tight, something in his expression that had nothing managed about it. "Lily," he said. "I know," I said. He kissed me slow. Both hands still on my face. Thumbs at my cheekbones. Kissing me like he had all night and intended to use it — deep and unhurried and with three years of waiting underneath every movement. His hands moved to my shirt. Lifted it off. Unclasped my bra with steady fingers and dropped it and stepped back and looked at me properly in the low moonlight coming through the curt
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Chapter: MY STEPBROTHER'S KITCHENChapter TwoLILYHe was already in the kitchen when I came downstairs.Seven am. Coffee made. Two mugs on the counter — one for him, one placed at my usual spot like he'd been doing this for years. Like I hadn't been gone three years. Like midnight had simply happened and now morning had arrived and both of them were facts.I sat down.Picked up my mug.He leaned against the counter across from me with his coffee and looked at me with dark eyes that were doing absolutely nothing to pretend last night hadn't happened."Sleep?" he said."Eventually," I said.The corner of his mouth moved.We drank coffee in the quiet Wrenfield morning. Outside the kitchen window the grounds were pale and still. The third floorboard creaked when he shifted his weight. Same creak. Same kitchen. Everything different.At half past eight his phone rang.He looked at the screen.Then at me."Our parents," he said.Video call. Both of them on screen — my mother's face and his father's face, Edinburgh hotel roo
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Chapter: MY STEPBROTHER'S KITCHENChapter OneLILYI heard him before I saw him.The refrigerator opening. The specific creak of the third kitchen floorboard that had been complaining since I was nine years old. I stood at the bottom of the stairs in the dark Wrenfield house at midnight and thought: of course.Of course it was Cole.I pushed the kitchen door open.He stood at the counter with his back to me in grey sweatpants and nothing else. Broad shoulders. The specific built stillness of a man who had grown into his body somewhere between twenty-two and twenty-eight and was completely comfortable in it now. His hair was dark and slightly too long and he hadn't heard me yet.I should have gone back upstairs.Three years of staying away from this house — from him specifically, from the specific problem of Cole Ashford in close proximity — and I'd lasted eleven hours before standing in the kitchen doorway at midnight failing to make myself leave.He turned around.Saw me.Neither of us moved.He looked different. Sam
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Chapter: THE BODYGUARD'S BREAKING POINTChapter SevenCHLOEHer father's car crunched on the gravel at seven fifty-eight.I heard it from my room. Sat up. Rowe's side of the bed was cold — he'd been gone before six, back to the guest cottage, back to the professional version before the house woke up.I dressed slowly.Stood at the top of the landing and looked down.My father came through the front door at eight exactly. Tall, silver-haired, the particular contained energy of a man who moved through the world like he'd already decided how it was going to go. He handed his coat to Mrs. Hollis and looked around the entrance hall with the satisfied expression of a man coming home.Rowe was already there.Standing at the foot of the stairs. Straight. Hands at his sides. The full professional composure — but I'd spent ten days learning the difference between Rowe's professional stillness and his real stillness and this was neither. This was something else. Something braced.My father saw him.Stopped.Something passed between th
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