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Whiskey, Paperwork, and Silence
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Reclaiming Aria When the Past Breaks In
The cabin had settled into a rhythm—quiet, steady, warm. A few days had slipped by since the storm of emotion, the kiss, the towel, and all the silence that followed. Somehow, they’d found a strange, tender routine. Aria cooked. Kade worked outside. They shared space without demanding answers. That night, the fire crackled low in the stone hearth, casting flickers of gold across the worn wooden floors. Kade was stretched out on the floor, one arm tucked behind his head, the other holding a glass of red wine. Aria lay beside him, tucked into a thick throw blanket, her cheek pressed to a pillow. Dinner had been her doing again—crispy rosemary chicken thighs, golden potatoes, and garlicky green beans. Kade had devoured it like a man starved, mumbling a low “Damn good” that had made her cheeks flush despite herself. Now they sipped wine and let their laughter dance lazily between them. Kade had just finished mocking her city playlist, and Aria had clapped back about his flannel addi
Reclaiming Aria Towel Games and Tongue Tied
KadeKade spends most of the day outside—splitting wood like it owes him money, fixing the porch rail that’s been loose for years, clearing brush like a damn man on a mission. Sweat dripping down his neck, arms flexing with every fuckin’ swing. Anything to outrun the thoughts clawing at his skull. Aria. Her soft hum in the kitchen. That kiss. The way she looked in his flannel. The sound of her laugh through the goddamn window.Aria POVHe’s pissed. At himself. At her. At all the years wasted.But mostly at how fucking good it felt to hold her again. Aria stays inside—warm mug in hand, curled on the couch. She’s been on the phone most of the day.•Sloane: “You good?”•Aria: “I’m okay… I think. It’s weird. It’s quiet out here.”•Sloane: “Quiet doesn’t mean safe, babe. You need anything, I’ll fly there myself.”•Her Mom calls. Voice full of hesitation. There’s a softness there Aria hasn’t heard in years.•Her Dad calls next. Stiff. Awkward. But he tries.•And she texts Jamie
Reclaiming Aria Whiskey, Paperwork, and Silence
The house was too quiet. The front door slams behind him, echoing through the empty house like a bullet. He yanks off his blazer, throws it across the foyer—buttons popping, glass bowl shattering from the impact. The air hung heavy with the scent of scotch and smoke, his tie loose, shirt halfway unbuttoned, footsteps echoing like gunshots as he staggered through the front door. His phone buzzed in his palm again—another missed call, not from Aria. Never from her. His mother called. Twice. Voicemails he didn’t even check. Brielle’s name lights up his phone, again. He throws it face-down. Kristen texted one word “goodbye” Tanya’s social media is already blowing up—people are talking. He slammed it face-down on the marble countertop, jaw clenched, eyes wild. The burn in his chest wasn’t from the liquor. It was humiliation, raw and blinding. The women. The goddamn kids. Tanya’s scream still rang in his ears. Kristen sobbing. Brielle with that smug, shattered look. The
Reclaiming Aria Split Me Like Firewood
Kade woke slow, the way a man does when his body finally lets him rest. The bed creaked beneath him as he shifted, arm flopping across the empty side like he’d half-expected her to be there. But she wasn’t. The cabin was quiet—save for the low hum of something… a voice? He scrubbed a hand over his face, groaning softly as his muscles protested the movement. His feet hit the hardwood floor with a familiar thud. He pulled on a loose tee from the end of the bed and padded out into the hall. Her voice grew clearer as he moved toward the bathroom. Steady, but softer than usual. Still hoarse from crying. “Yeah… I don’t know. I think I just needed space. He didn’t leave, though… he stayed, Sloane. That’s the part that keeps messing with my head.” Kade paused at the bathroom door, hand resting on the knob. “He got me clothes. Coffee’s already brewing. I woke up warm, like—safe, y’know? What the hell do I do with that?” A quiet murmur from Sloane followed, but Kade didn’t linge
Reclaiming Aria Sanctuary in Cedar
The cabin was silent. Thick with stillness. Not the eerie kind—just heavy with the weight of what had been cried out into the night. Aria blinked against the dull ache behind her eyes. Her lashes felt stiff, her cheeks tender from dried tears. She lay still for a moment, listening. The rustle of trees outside. The groan of the old wood beneath her as she shifted. No footsteps. No murmurs. No one. Her chest tightened. She sat up, blanket falling from her shoulders, eyes scanning the unfamiliar room. The scent of cedar lingered—along with something warmer. Smoky. A fire had burned last night. She swung her legs over the side of the bed and stood slowly. Her knees felt like they could fold. Her heart drummed unevenly. She crept through the hallway barefoot, dread curling low in her stomach. No sound. No movement. The cabin felt… empty. Her gaze snagged on the open front window, and she padded over. The porch was still damp with morning dew. And then she saw it—his truck. Pa
Reclaiming Aria Sanctuary in Cedar
The truck rumbled low like a lullaby, the wheels crunching gravel as it climbed the winding path up the ridge. Aria didn’t stir—her face tear-streaked, lashes clumped from the weight of it all, lips parted in restless sleep. Spent. Hollowed. Broken in the way that makes a man burn to do something—anything—to take the pain away. Kade’s jaw flexed as he pulled up to the cabin. It wasn’t grand, but it was his. Two bedrooms, solid wood, weathered and quiet—like the earth had built it just for shelter and soul. A porch swing creaked gently in the breeze, swaying beside a stack of firewood he’d chopped earlier that week. The canopy of trees overhead dripped moonlight like silver threads, and the grass—lush, dew-tipped, soft—spread around them like a sanctuary. Out back, the shed stood tucked near the tree line, forgotten tools and old fishing poles sleeping inside. Beyond that, just past the clearing—the lake. Still and endless, like it knew how to keep secrets. Kade cut the engine,
Reclaiming Aria Wreckage in Rosé
Kristin’s POV She didn’t care. Not when Aria threw that wine glass. Not when Mason fumbled to yank his pants up like a caught frat boy. Not when he sprinted after his little doll in a pathetic mess of half-tucked lies and wrinkled pride. Kristen smoothed the front of her crimson silk dress, fingers catching briefly on the tear near her hip. The place Mason’s greedy hands had tugged too hard. Whatever. She’d never liked the fit anyway. She pushed her self off the wall and look towards the door Aria had only moments ago left through. She sauntered down the hallway, heels echoing, makeup smudged to hell, but her spine straight. Regal. Untouched by chaos. The scene inside the main room was a blur of whispers, shocked faces, gasps barely hidden behind champagne glasses. Everyone had seen enough to draw their own conclusions—and most of them were true. She didn’t care. Not really. Mason was a fool, and fools fall fast when there’s no one left to cover their mess. She’d ridde
Reclaiming Aria Fire & Fury
Mason charges into the main hall, his shirt half-tucked, belt clinking against his hip, breath wild but face—fake calm. That snake-slick smirk plastered on, trying to regain control. Trying to play the good guy. He grabs Aria’s arm—tight, but not enough to bruise. Not here. Not yet. “Aria, baby, listen—whatever you think you saw, it’s not what it looked like,” he hisses, voice smooth like poison. “You caught me in a moment, okay? You and I—we’re real. You know that.” But she’s not the soft little thing he’s used to. Not tonight. Before she can speak, he leans in. “We’ve built a life. You don’t just throw that away over one mistake. You’re not that kind of girl, Aria. You’re—mine.” Then Kade steps closer from the edge of the room. Just close enough to be known. Just enough to rattle Mason’s barely-kept cool. Mason’s jaw ticks. “Oh, so this is about him? You think he’s better than me?” Aria’s eyes narrow. Mason sees it—the look that says you’re done. So he panics. Mason’
Reclaiming Aria Caught in Crimson
Aria let out a short, sharp laugh—almost manic, definitely hollow. “Of fucking course,” she muttered, raking a hand through her curls as the fire started building behind her ribs. “Mason’s got two kids, and another one on the way, and he’s missing the family reunion of the damn decade.” She spun on her heel, eyes flaring. “Well, shit,” she hissed, her voice dropping into something cold and steady. “He should be here, right? It’s his party.” Sloane blinked at her, stunned. “Aria—” But Aria was already striding away, the champagne silk of her dress catching the light with every step. Her back was straight, her shoulders set—pure power and fury stitched into every inch of her. The room shifted around her, people instinctively moving aside like they could feel the storm coming. Kade stepped forward, trying to intercept her. “Aria, wait—just—” She stopped. One look. One stare that froze him in place, scorching with unspoken warnings and years of buried heat. “No,” she said, voice lik
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