LOGINThe first warmth of dawn crept through the blinds, painting soft stripes across the polished hardwood floor. Eden stirred before her alarm, her mind hazy, her body aware of the quiet before thought returned. The apartment was still, blanketed in that strange intimacy of shared silence, not quite awkward, not entirely peaceful.
Somewhere beyond her bedroom door, the faint sound of running water told her Kyrell was awake.
The memory of last night flickered: the way she’d insisted he stay, the way she’d laughed nervously while making the guest bed, and the charged moment that passed between them when he’d reached out to touch her. She had felt his warmth with just a simple touch, his quiet gravity pulling her attention until she’d all b
The dinner had gone far too smoothly for Jace’s liking. He had spent most of the evening talking, boasting, really, about everything he’d been doing in San Francisco since she left. He spoke about business expansions, of deals that made the local news, and of parties hosted at this very house. His voice rolled on and on, confident and controlling.Eden sat opposite him at the long oak dining table, her attention not on him but on the meal in front of her. The room smelled of fresh rosemary and seared salmon, the kind of pretentious meal he’d always preferred. She ate slowly and carefully and only responded to his monologues with small nods or an occasional noncommittal hum. It was a tactic she had learned over time: don’t give him fuel, just let him talk himself out.She tilted her wrist subtly and glanced at her watch. 8:15 p.m.She’d promised Kyrell she wouldn’t stay longer than forty-five minutes. He’d been texting, reminding her to keep to their plan. And she had already crossed t
Eden stood by her bedroom window, her gaze fixed on the man who had been stationed outside since morning. The man leaned casually against a lamp post, wearing khaki shorts and a striped navy jacket, today.When he noticed her, he raised a hand in greeting. Against her better judgment, she waved back, her lips curling into a faint smile.Her phone buzzed on the nightstand. She turned from the window and grabbed it.“Hey, Baby,” she answered softly.“Finally.” Kyrell’s voice came through the line, tinged with both relief and concern. “I’ve been trying to reach you for over fifteen minutes. Where were you?”“We were downstairs having breakfast,” Eden replied. “I’m so sorry; I left my phone upstairs.”Kyrell exhaled. “I had Luke keep an eye on you. I couldn’t reach you, and… well, I’m not taking any chances. I told you I wasn’t going to l
The shattering sound did not come from the crash but from the sharp sound of Haley’s voice as it sliced through the air.“You agreed to have dinner with him?” She practically yelled, the coffee cup in her hand slipping slightly, splashing onto the marble countertop.Tessa, who was casually perched on a stool at the breakfast bar, nearly choked on her turkey sandwich. She blinked twice, then raised an eyebrow at Eden.“I don’t know why you’d do something like that, but if you must go, then we’re coming with you.” She declared, wiping the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand. Eden leaned back in her chair, her tone calm and measured.“Come on, girls. It’s just dinner. I’ll be fine. It’s not like it’s some secret date. I’ll be at his house, probably with Sky there too.”“With Sky?” Haley’s voice increased by several decibels; her disbelief was almost comical. “You’re joking.”“Calm down, Haley,” Eden replied, taking another bite of her fluffy scrambled eggs. “I told him I’d have
The scent of sautéed garlic and butter drifted through the air, filling the warm kitchen with a delicious aroma. Haley stood by the island counter, wearing one of Mrs. Bellamy’s floral aprons. A soft hum escaped her lips as she plated fluffy scrambled eggs, just the way Eden loved them.Beside her, Tessa, still half-asleep, leaned against the counter with a yawn. She lazily reached for the stack of clean dishes to help set the table.“I made scrambled eggs,” Haley said with a grin, brushing a strand of hair away from her face.“Where’s Mrs. Bellamy?” Tessa mumbled through another yawn, rubbing her eyes.“You need to snap out of that sleepy fog, young lady. It’s too late in the morning for that,” Haley teased, letting out a small laugh.Tessa crossed her arms, feigning a look of disbelief.“I can’t believe this is happening. You’re lecturing me about getting up ear
The night stretched endlessly over San Francisco, the pale silver moonlight spilling through the wide glass windows of Sky’s bedroom. She lay on her back, staring at the ceiling, her body restless and her mind a storm of questions that refused to be silenced. Sleep had become a stranger to her lately, but tonight was worse. The thought that Eden had returned gnawed at her like a persistent parasite.She turned again, dragging the soft cotton duvet around her legs, but it did nothing to ease the tension sitting heavy on her chest.Why is she back here? Why now?All this while, Sky had been sure Eden was gone for good, either buried somewhere in the shadows of her past or, more likely, dead. She had convinced herself of it. But then came Jace’s quiet announcement that Eden had returned to San Francisco, and that shook her carefully built world like an earthquake, cracking the earth open.Her lips curled into a bitter line. How the hell did Jace know?Had they been in contact all this ti
The night breeze brushed softly against Eden’s cheeks as she stood on the terrace outside the room Gretchen had given her. The city lights below sparkled faintly, washing the horizon with a soft amber glow.She wrapped her arms around herself, not because she was cold, but because she needed something to hold onto. It felt strange being here again, free yet burdened by the weight of everything she had buried in silence.Haley had refused to let her stay in the guest room downstairs. Instead, she had dragged her luggage upstairs and claimed a room for her despite Eden’s protests to stay close to them.“You need your space. You’ve been th







