The Second Arrangement
had been the hardest thing he’d ever accepted.
Now, he wouldn’t accept it anymore.
Callum set the glass down and moved to his study. The laptop screen glowed as he opened the messaging thread with Mia. Under the alias Aubrey Miller, the conversation was brief but binding. Her relief had been palpable even through text. She needed this. Needed him, even if she didn’t know it yet.
He typed a final message before closing the laptop.
Aubrey: Looking forward to meeting you tomorrow evening, Mia. I’ll be there around 6. Thank you again for this.