Sleep had never come easily to Grace, but that night it was impossible.She lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, Damien’s words replaying in her head like a song she couldn’t turn off.I’ll wait.It should have comforted her. Instead, it unraveled her piece by piece. No one had ever said that to her before not Ethan, not anyone. She’d always been the one doing the waiting, the one bending, compromising, twisting herself into knots to be enough.Now here was Damien Blackwood, the man who could have anyone, telling her he would wait for her.Her heart didn’t know what to do with it.By morning, she was restless. Work, coffee, errands they blurred together in a haze of distraction. Lila called twice, but Grace ignored it, unwilling to hear her best friend’s smug I-told-you-so tone.It wasn’t until late afternoon, when she ducked into her favorite corner café, that the universe seemed to conspire against her.“Ms. Adams?”She froze at the sound of her name. Turning, she found herself face 
 Last Updated : 2025-09-17
Last Updated : 2025-09-17