LOGINAvery's POV"Get Elise in here." I kept my voice level. "Now."The assistant hurried out before I finished speaking. I flipped the tablet over and read the email again, hoping the words had changed. They hadn’t.Elise burst through the door moments later. She took one look at my face, then snatched the tablet from my hand. She scanned it fast, her jaw tightened immediately."Shit." She slammed it on the desk. "That's our entire production backbone."I let out a short laugh that sounded nothing like amusement.“Wedding orders are locked, fabrics ordered and clients expect deliveries. California Fashion Week is four weeks out…"I looked back at the screen. “Trust me, I know exactly what we just lost.”I already had my phone out, pulling up every operations contact. "We'll figure it out." She crossed her arms, but her eyes mirrored my panic. "Why would they do this? We've had zero issues, not a single complaint."I didn't have an answer. The knot in my stomach twisted tighter.By three
Avery’s POVI was sketching at my desk when Elise walked in. She stopped in the doorway, took one look at me, and sighed."Oh, there it is again."I glanced up. "What?""That smile."I frowned. "What smile?""The Wyatt smile."I rolled my eyes.Elise pointed at me immediately. "See? You just did it."My smile faded slightly as I remembered something from a few nights ago.I'd woken up just after midnight and found Wyatt sitting against the headboard instead of sleeping.The lamp beside him was on. Papers covered the bed, hospital records, sheriff reports, maps, and notes.For a second I thought it was work until I saw one word printed across the top page.“Ridgefield.”I pushed myself up."What are those?” I asked, already reaching for the stack nearest to me.Wyatt looked up. For half a second he seemed caught. Then he sighed and handed me the file.I stared at the papers. The date of my fall, hospital records, witness statements, everything."You're investigating it."His jaw tighte
Wyatt's POVI knew something was off the second I walked through the door. Avery sat on the couch with her feet tucked under her, wearing one of my shirts that hung loose on her frame. A sketchbook rested on her knee, but the pencil moved slowly and distracted across the page. She wasn’t lost in her work. She was miles away.I dropped my keys on the counter. Avery glanced up briefly before looking back at the sketchbook.That alone told me enough.Normally she’d have launched straight into whatever was bothering her before I got both feet through the door.Tonight she barely acknowledged me.I headed upstairs to change. When I came back down, she hadn’t moved. I left her to it and went into the kitchen, pulling out whatever we had for dinner. Water boiled on the stove. A pan heated up. From there I could see the back of her head, the way she paused every few strokes like the paper held answers she couldn’t quite reach.About fifteen minutes later, she set the sketchbook down beside
Avery 's POVThe showroom buzzed with energy by the time I walked in. Racks rolled across the floor, phones rang from every corner, and two junior designers arguing quietly over a color swatch near the window.I dropped my bag in my office and got straight to work.Things weren't that perfect with Wyatt. He was still holding something back, I knew it, and I was okay sitting with that for now. Life wasn’t suddenly simple. There were still things that hurt. Questions still waiting for answers.But somewhere along the way, Wyatt had stopped feeling like another problem I needed to solve and started feeling like someone standing beside me through it all.And that made a difference.Monochrome was doing well, really well. New collaborations, a strong quarter, the fall collection moving faster than Elise and I had dreamed.I was in the middle of comparing two fabric samples when Elise walked in.She dropped her coat over the back of a chair, and looked at me."You look disgustingly happy,
Wyatt’s POVI woke up to darkness and the feeling that something was off.Avery was lying beside me but she wasn't sleeping. I could tell from her breathing, too even, as if she was wide awake and lost in her head. I turned and looked at her. She was staring at the nothing in the room, hands folded on her stomach."Baby?" I whispered.She turned toward me. "You're awake.""You're thinking."A small smile crossed her face. "Always."I reached for her hand under the blanket and laced my fingers through hers and she squeezed back. The room stayed quiet, just our breathing and the weight of whatever she needed to say.Then she let out a slow breath, "Wyatt, I need you to know something."I moved toward her, giving her my full attention."I love you," she said, her voice soft. "I need you to know that first." She paused, gripping my hand tighter. "But I'm still hurt."I stayed quiet and let her talk."I haven't forgotten that you knew," she continued, "My baby, my memories, my past, eve
Wyatt's POVI woke up before her.Sunlight slipped through the curtains in soft strips across the sheets. Clothes were scattered on the floor, her shirt by the door, my pants halfway under the chair. Avery curled on her side facing me, hair loose and tangled across the pillow, breathing slow and even.I reached out and brushed a strand of hair from her face, and leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. I pulled the blanket higher around her bare shoulder and lay there for a few seconds watching her sleep, feeling something I hadn't felt in this apartment in weeks. I slipped out of bed, showered and went to the kitchen.Toast, eggs, coffee, and juice. Something simple. I wasn't trying to be impressive here, I just knew she'd be starving when she woke up. I set the pan on the stove and cracked the eggs. The smell filled the space as memories from last night hit me in flashes. The way she'd said ‘please’ with her voice cracking, the way she'd held my face while she kissed
Avery’s povI sat frozen in the booth and Ethan had gone pale in front of me. His coffee cup stopped halfway to his mouth.Scarlett stood at the edge of our table, she looked perfect as always in her blonde hair and her design cloth that hugged her figure. Something about her face made my stomach t
The waiting room at the clinic reeked of the kind of disinfectant masked with air freshener that only serves to cover up the lingering stench of stale air.I moved slightly on the uncomfortable plastic chair with my hand pressed against my belly. The baby inside me had been kicking all morning long
Nate’s PovHer head snapped towards me instantly, the air between us shifted instantly.“What did you just say? Postpone?”I nodded weakly, not meeting her gaze.She stood up from her seat so fast that the chair scraped the flor making a sound. “Nate, the wedding is in two weeks."“I know…”“Two we
I didn’t remember leaving the hospital as Celeste’s words kept playing in my head.“Disappear, Avery or I make you.”The threat wasn’t some empty threat. She was dead serious.By the time I got to my apartment, my hands were shaking so badly I dropped the keys twice before I could manage to open th







