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“W-what is the meaning of this?” Ava said carefully, one hand gripping the strap of her bag tightly. Her brows were furrowed, and her pulse had picked up for reasons that had nothing to do with seeing Glenn. Weren’t they a little too serious? Their expressions…. Aren't they too uninviting for this kind of establishment?It was a rooftop restaurant not a nightclub in Vegas. Since when did rooftop restaurants need bouncers who looked like they moonlighted as private security for heads of state? “What is your business here, little miss?” one of them asked. His voice was so deep that Ava felt a vibration in her lower abdomen.‘Little miss?’ The remark landed as condescending. She was a twenty eight year old surgeon, and she’d just spent hours in an OR. She straightened her posture. “I’m having a meeting here with an important person,” she said, her voice cool despite the heat rising in her cheeks. “Are you hoarding away a customer?” The two men exchanged glances, their expressions unc

Ava felt her stomach tie into knots as she asked, her voice carefully even. “Um… is that the Children’s Hospital charity gala happening next Friday?” Glenn’s eyes lit up, and for a second he looked in his twenties again, hopeful and unguarded. “Oh, you know about it? You have changed then.” He leaned forward, elbows on the table, the candlelight catching in his grey eyes. “What do you say? With me?” Ava swallowed, her throat suddenly dry. The risotto turned to sand in her mouth. She set her fork down. “I’m sorry, Glenn, but I can’t.” The fire in his eyes disappeared instantly, like someone had blown out a matchstick. He leaned back, his disappointment conspicuous, written in the sudden slump of his shoulders and the way his smile faded. “Oh,” he breathed. Ava looked at him. His emotions had always been so obvious. Then and now. He wore his heart on his sleeve, and it was both his best and worst quality. She wasn’t obliged to explain anything to him—why she couldn’t go with him. An

Glenn Harvey? Who the fuck is that?Liam couldn’t stop the deep frown forming on his face, his jaw tightening. Who was Glenn Harvey? And why was he buying Ava lunch? Was he a friend of hers? A colleague? Or…..a rival of his? The thought alone sent something hot and possessive curling in his chest. Just then, Liam’s heart dropped at the possibility that made his blood run cold. In real time, Ava had never really said anything about being single or in a relationship. He had never asked. Liam stopped the thought before it landed fully. There was no way. She wouldn’t have let him kiss her —kissed him back— if she had a boyfriend. She wasn't the type. But the messages were still there, glowing on her lock screen, giving off an intimate feel. He got up from the sofa just then, his movements sharp. This guy, Glenn Harvey, had stirred up something in his chest that felt dangerously close to panic. He lifted his phone to his ear, and after the call connected, he spoke, his voice controll

Ava was silent. Kain wasn’t sure why, but her silence was both haunting and something else he couldn’t name. Something that pulled at him. And for some reason, the way she looked at him so innocently, with those auburn eyes wide and unguarded, made his pulse quicken. She smiled just then, a small smile that took him by surprise. She looked at his wrist. “I can’t believe you still wear that old thing,” she said softly. There was a pause, then he smiled at the comment without thinking. “Gotta say the same for you,” he gestured with a tilt of his head toward the necklace resting against her collarbone. Ava glanced down and looked back at him. She chuckled lightly. “I guess we’re the same.” “Wearing each other’s flimsy gifts,” he said, but his voice had gone quieter. She shook her head, her expression softening. “Not flimsy. Thoughtful. That’s why we don’t take them off.” Kain blinked, once then twice. There was something in the way she was speaking. Was it him or had she stepped c