LOGINScarlett’s POVClean and cold, the specific guilt of deceiving someone whose trust you had done nothing to deserve to lose, someone whose delight in the deception was genuine and warm and entirely uninformed."But Mum…""I'm sure Cade and James won't mind." She had the particular forward momentum of a woman who had made up her mind and was now in the implementation phase. "So go and tell the housekeeper to prepare the guest room.""It's fine, Mrs Blackwood." Ezra's voice, from the chair, carrying the appropriate note of genuine reluctance, the protest of someone who did not want to impose and meant it. "I can find a hotel, it's really no trouble…""Nonsense." My mother picked up her glass, looked at it, set it down again with the decisive quality of someone closing a chapter. "Scarlett has been hiding you from me. And now that I have finally met you, we have to bond properly." She smiled at him with the complete, uncomplicated warmth she gave to people she had decided were family, and
Scarlett’s POV My room had become a holding cell.Not literally, not in the way the underground parking level had been a holding cell, not with guns and concrete and the specific cold of genuine captivity. But in the functional sense of a space I was occupying because leaving it required a performance I had not yet assembled the materials for, because the corridor beyond the door contained a sitting room that contained a man who was pretending to be my boyfriend at the instruction of the man I actually loved, and navigating that corridor required a version of myself I was still in the process of constructing.I paced.The room was large enough that pacing was possible without immediately hitting a wall, which was something, the Blackwood estate having been built with the generous spatial logic of people who understood that rooms should be larger than the furniture in them. I made use of the space, moving from the window to the wardrobe and back, from the wardrobe to the door and back
Cade's POVMy father was in his study when I found him.Not the main study, the one with the mahogany desk and the folder systems and the careful architecture of a man who conducted serious business in serious spaces. The smaller one, the one off the east corridor that most people in the house did not know existed, that James used in the early mornings and the late evenings when he wanted to think without the performance of his primary workspace around him.The door was slightly open.I knocked anyway."Come in."He was at the window, which was where he went when he was working through something, standing with a glass of something amber and his reading glasses pushed up onto his forehead and the specific quality of a man interrupted mid-thought, turning toward the door with the measured patience of someone who had learned, over decades, that interruptions were either worth their cost or they were not and there was no value in being irritated about them before you knew which kind you w
Cade's POVThe door had barely stopped vibrating from the force of her breath against mine when the knock came.Sharp. Sudden. Real.Scarlett jerked back like she had been burned, her fingers slipping from my shirt as if touching me had become dangerous in a split second. I felt it too. That shift. That snap from heat to something tense and fragile.“Hey son, can I talk to you for a sec?”My father’s voice cut clean through the moment.Scarlett’s eyes widened. For a second, she looked like she might bolt straight through the wall instead of the door. She moved fast, crossing the room in hurried steps, stopping by the window like she had always been there. Like nothing had almost happened.Like I had not almost ruined everything.“Come in,” I said, forcing my voice to stay level.The door opened, and my father stepped in, his presence filling the room before he even spoke again. His eyes went to me first, then shifted, catching the figure by the window.He paused.Not long. Just enough
Scarlett’s POV His hands were over mine, warm and solid, pressed flat against his chest with both of his covering both of mine, and his chest rose and fell with a breathing that was not entirely steady, the breathing of someone who had also been holding something for too long and had arrived, in this room with this door closed, at the end of their capacity to hold it.I looked up at him.His eyes were red.Not the red of crying, not the released kind. The red of someone who had not slept and had been somewhere very frightening and had come back from it carrying things that had not finished being processed, that were still moving through him in ways his body was registering even as his face tried to manage the expression.The sight of his red eyes did to me what his steadiness could not.The tears arrived. Quietly, without drama, without the gasping overwhelm of the car park or the clinic bathroom. Just warm and continuous, running down my face with the patient persistence of somethin
Scarlett’s POV I Dragged Cade to his room violently. I closed the door.The sound of it was louder than I intended, the specific acoustic of a door shut with feeling rather than force, the wood finding the frame with a definitiveness that said everything the action was supposed to say.The room was quiet.I looked at him.He looked at me."What game," I said, and kept my voice at a very specific register, the register of someone who has a great deal of feeling available and is choosing, with enormous effort, to direct it toward language rather than its more instinctive destinations, "are you playing?"He said nothing.His hands stayed at his sides. His face stayed in that expression. His eyes, which usually did so much work in the absence of words, were doing something different from their usual communication, something turned inward rather than outward, something that was processing rather than projecting.He said nothing."Cade." I took a step toward him. "I am asking you a direct
Scarlett's POVThe hotel lobby was cheap and loud, the kind of place that asked no questions and accepted cash without blinking. Neon lights buzzed overhead, casting everything in sickly pink. The man behind the desk had barely looked up when I'd paid for a room, just slid a key card across the scr
Cade’s POV"Look." I forced myself to focus on her face, not her body. "Put on your clothes. We can fight later. I need to find Scarlett. She's out there in the middle of nowhere.”"Oh, quit the act, Cade." Lee pulled on jeans and a black tank top. "Don't act as if you care too much about her.""If
Scarlett's POVThe silence in the operating room was suffocating.I stared at Cade's profile, at the hard line of his jaw, and at the way his hands gripped the table's edge like he was holding himself back from something violent."She'll do it."The words kept echoing in my head. Flat. Final. Like
Scarlett’s POV"You know what," Cade said finally, his voice tight. "I think you're overstimulated right now. Might be the pregnancy hormones. So I'll just go have a drink and come back when you're calm."He was already walking toward the door.Pregnancy hormones. He'd actually said pregnancy hormo







