FAZER LOGINDAMIEN POV The air shifts.I stare at her, she still has that easy warm smile on her face but her eyes..her eyes are cold."Is that a threat?"I ask restraining the anger building up in me.She laughs "I'm just saying. You have enemies, Damien. A lot of them. And when they find out there's someone you care about..." She shrugs. "Well. You know how these things go."I do know.I know because I've lived it.The memory hits before I can stop it. I remember it like it happened yesterday; the call at 3:00 a.m., Marcus's tight voice telling me to get to the hospital. The way the fluorescent lights hummed in the hallway. The way the doctor wouldn't meet my eyes. The way Emily's mother looked at the table, so still, so quiet, like she was sleeping.She took a shot meant for me she was at the wrong place at the wrong time. The wrong man to love.I buried her on a Tuesday. Emily was four wearing a white dress and didn't understand why Mommy wouldn't wake up and give her kisses.I swore after t
DAMIEN POVI retreat to the kitchen, pacing back and forth, my hands clenched at my sides.. I hear the front door close. Her footsteps on the porch. Then nothing.She's gone.I run to the window, through the glass. I see her walking down the street; her hair is still wet from the shower, and for some reason, she didn't dry it. Her arms are wrapped around her, like she's trying to hold herself together.Every muscle in my body wants to go after her, to grab her, pull her back, and make her stay. To show her how much I needed her. How much she means to me.I don't move.Emily is upstairs and she has been quiet since Leah rejected her help. Too quiet. If I chase Leah down the street, what would Emily think? What does she already think?And Leah came down dressed for work and wouldn't look at me, wouldn't meet my eyes. She needs space. Or she needs never to see me again. I don't know which. I can't tell anymore.I stand at the window until she disappears around the corner.Then I just sta
LEAH POV I stand up, balling the wet paper in my fist "I'm fine. I just—" I looked at the floor, I still couldn't meet his eyes.The matcha is gone now, mostly, just a faint green stain on the wood. "I'm sorry about the coffee, it was a mistake. I didn't mean to…"He waves a hand. "Don't worry about it.""I will worry about it. It was twelve dollars each plus you drove all the way here to make sure I got it and I just…..""Leah." He takes a step closer. "It's coffee. I'm not worried about the coffee as long as you are good then I'm fine."I don't know what to say to that.He looks at me for a long moment. Then his eyes drop to my bag on the couch, then back to me. "You need a ride? To the diner?""No. I'll take the bus." I say hastily "You sure?" he raises a brow at me "I'm sure," I say nodding He doesn't push, nods at me "Okay. I'll see you later, then."He turns and walks to the door, then he paused and turns back to me "Leah.""Yeah?" I answer "You look like you could use s
ETHAN POVEthan stands behind Emily at the doorway, eyes moving between me and the hallway where Damien disappeared.The matcha pooling on the old wood, seeping into the cracks, suddenly becomes interesting as I try to keep my head down, making sure I don't meet his eyes.Leah?"Emily's voice cuts through my thoughts. I snap my head up. She's looking at me now, her forehead creased, her smile from thirty seconds ago completely gone."You okay? You look—""I need to clean this up," I say suddenly "I'll get a towel—" Emily starts."I've got it."I'm already moving toward the stairs before she can answer. I don't look at Ethan. I don't look at the hallway where Damien is probably leaning against the kitchen counter pretending he didn't just have his face between my legs.I take the stairs two at a time. My knees almost give out on the third step. I catch myself on the railing, haul myself up, and keep going.The bathroom door closes behind me with a click.I lean against it, my chest he
LEAH POVDamien’s smirk vanishes the second the words leave my mouth. His eyes darken, pupils going wide.For a heartbeat, he just stares at me, like he’s deciding whether to kiss me or punish me.He doesn’t say anything.He reaches down, hooking one arm under my thighs, the other bands around my back, and lifts me like I weigh nothing.My legs dangle for a split second before I instinctively wrap them around his waist. The matcha cups I was still holding slipped from my fingers and hit the floor with wet thuds but neither of us cares about the mess it makes.He carries me a few steps to the living room sofa and drops me onto the cushions.The landing makes me bounce on the sofa, making my shirt slide up a little and exposing the skin just above my shorts. His eyes drop and stay there, he gulps. Dark. Focused. Like he can’t look anywhere else.He kneels between my legs, big hands clamping around my waist, his fingers digging in just enough to make me gasp.He yanks me forward until
LEAH POV Ethan stands on the porch with that easy, lopsided smile, holding two paper coffee cups from the café down the street. The morning sun catches his dark hair and makes him look annoyingly perfect.“Hi, Leah,” he says again, “I was nearby because of some business, and thought you’d like this before things get busy here, it's a Matcha latte, extra caramel. My day’s packed with clients and it would be a very busy day for me, but I wanted yours to be a bit sweeter.”I blink, fingers tight around the doorknob. “Ethan… hi. Thanks. That’s really sweet of you.”Before I can step aside to let him in, Damien appears in the hallway behind me. Ethan glances over my shoulders and when he meets my eyes his smile falters but he recovers. recovers. “Mr. Cross. Good morning, this is the last place I'll think of running into you ." Then he turns to me whispering but I'm sure Damien heard him “I thought you said he traveled, what is he doing in your house?”Damien doesn’t answer him, he sto







