"If you've forgotten," he said, "I can remind you.""We don't sleep in separate rooms. This is my bed, too."With that, Lorenzo shrugged off his shirt, revealing a solid chest covered in scars, and slipped under the covers on the other side of the bed.I’d never seen him like that. My face flushed, and I buried my head under the covers in embarrassment.We’d been sleeping in the same bed for eight years?Thankfully, a sleeping Leo was between us, a tiny barrier.I thought I'd be up all night, sharing a bed with my lifelong rival.But a funny thing happened. Breathing in the faint scent of cedar and tobacco that clung to him, I felt a strange sense of security. I fell asleep faster than I had in years.The next morning, sunlight stung my eyes.I sat up with a jolt.The space beside me was empty. Lorenzo was gone.Leo was gone, too."Madam, you're awake."The bedroom door opened, and a stern-faced, middle-aged woman in a uniform walked in carrying a tray."I am Sofia, the housekeeper. He
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