The Accidental Heart
She walked toward the marble island, her eyes fixed on her iPad, fully expecting her pristine, sterile territory to be empty.
Instead, she found Avery.
Avery was leaning casually against the edge of the marble island, holding an unlit matching black lighter in her hand, twirling it idly. She wasn’t wearing her signature oversized sweaters or paint-splattered joggers. She was wearing a piece of emerald-green lace lingerie that was sheer, daring, and cut so dangerously low it left absolutely nothing to the imagination. The vibrant fabric contrasted sharply against the stark white of the marble kitchen.
Vivian lifted her head, her analytical gaze scanning the room out of habit before it collide