LOGIN~ Ivy Monroe ~A heavy, dark utility van idled in the shadows across the narrow cobblestone street. Through the rain-streaked glass of my top-floor window, its black windows looked like two hollow eyes staring directly up into my new home.I stepped back from the sill, crossing my arms over my chest. A cold shiver crawled down my spine. The alley was damp, quiet, and wrapped in river fog. The engine hummed down there, vibrating through the brick walls of the building."Stop it, Ivy," I whispered aloud to the empty room. "You are just tired."I turned away from the glass. The vast open space of my new loft greeted me with warmth. The brick walls glowed a soft amber in the lamplight, and the wide wooden floorboards smelled of pine soap and fresh linseed oil. This entire floor belonged to me. I had signed the lease that morning with my own hand, using my own money earned from my paintings. No Julian. No Monroe family. No rescue checks. Just me, standing on my own two feet.I walked into
~ Ethan ~ Marcus slammed a thick red binder onto the steel desk, sending a cloud of paper dust into the air. "Look at this mess, Ethan," Marcus said, tapping his ink pen against the top page. "The grand jury signed off on every single count this morning. Aggravated assault causing termination of pregnancy, reckless endangerment, obstruction. We have the gala video, the emergency call logs, and Grace’s signed statement. We hold every winning card in our hands." I leaned forward in the wooden chair, keeping my eyes fixed on the bold black letters typed across the indictment. My chest felt heavy, like a lead weight rested behind my ribs. "Then why do you look worried, Marcus?" I asked. Marcus leaned back, his chair letting out a long, metallic screech. He pulled his glasses off his nose and rubbed the red marks near his eyes. "Thomas Bennett fired Chloe’s entire legal defense team at eight o'clock yesterday evening," Marcus said, pointing his pen toward a fresh white memo. I stoo
~ Ivy ~The brass key hit the wooden table with a sharp, heavy clatter. Ethan froze with his teacup halfway to his mouth. Across from him, Richard Knight lowered his porcelain saucer, his gray eyebrows rising fast. Both men stared at the shiny ring of metal sitting between the plates of lemon cookies."What is this, Ivy?" Ethan asked. His blue-gray eyes fixed on the metal teeth of the key, then rose slowly to mine. A tight line formed across his forehead."Take a close look," I said, keeping my hands resting flat on the table. My palms were warm. My spine stayed straight against the wooden chair. "That is the front door key to the loft on the third floor. Right above my studio."Richard leaned forward, resting his forearms against the table. "You bought the storage space upstairs?""I signed a three-year lease this morning," I answered. The words felt solid in my mouth, like polished stones. "I paid the deposit and the first year of rent in advance. Every dollar came from my Phoenix
~ Ethan Knight ~The heavy fire door swung shut with a sharp metallic clack that echoed through the basement levels. The air down here smelled of cold motor oil, damp cement, and exhaust. Yellow safety lights hummed above the lanes, casting long, dark shadows across the concrete.I checked my watch. The hands pointed to eleven o'clock.My shift had ended with two emergency consults in trauma, and my shoulder muscles pulled tight under my dark wool coat. I carried my leather medical bag in my right hand, my shoes clicking firmly against the painted floor.I clicked the key fob in my pocket. Fifty feet ahead, the headlights of my SUV flashed twice, cutting bright beams into the dim corners. A shape moved.Behind a thick square pillar near my driver's door, a tall figure stumbled forward. The man stepped directly into the beam of the headlights. I stopped four paces away. My hand tightened on the handle of my bag."Julian," I said.Julian Vance stood between me and my car door. His appea
~ Ivy ~The cold night air hit my bare shoulders like a splash of river water. Ethan stood right in front of me on the wide stone terrace, waiting. His hands hung loose at his sides, open and still. "I love you, Ivy," Ethan repeated. The words hung between us, heavy and real. "I want to love you openly, for the rest of my life."My breath caught hard in my throat. My ribs clamped down on my lungs like a pair of iron bands. My fingers dug deep into the silky blue fabric of my ballgown. Every muscle in my legs urged me to jump forward, throw my arms around his neck, and bury my face in his warm coat. My soul screamed the words back at him.Then the iron door slammed shut inside my brain.The terrace seemed to tilt beneath my high heels. The stone railing blurred. A sudden wave of cold sweat broke out across the back of my neck.Julian’s face rushed out of the dark shadows of my memory. Julian had spoken soft words to me once, too. During our arranged courtship, he had smiled and promis
~ Ethan Knight ~ The noise from the Grand Ballroom pressed hard against the thick glass doors. Inside, hundreds of people in glittering clothes laughed, clicked champagne flutes, and clapped. They crowded around Ivy, eager to shake her hand, eager to say they knew the famous artist I.M. Gray. I watched her face tighten beneath her polite smile. I caught her hazel eyes darting toward the heavy curtains, searching for an exit. I reached out and touched her elbow. "Come with me," I whispered. Ivy turned her head quickly. "Where are we going?" "Away from the noise," I said. I pulled open the tall French doors and guided her out onto the north terrace. The cool midnight air hit us instantly, carrying the clean, sharp scent of the river below. The heavy doors clicked shut behind us, cutting the roar of the party down to a dull rumble. Ivy let out a long, ragged breath. Her shoulders, held high and rigid under her sapphire gown, finally dropped an inch. She walked to the carved stone b







