Falling For My Ex-Husband's Best Friend
Kyrell’s gaze moved from the city to her.
“Every day,” he admitted. “But some things feel worth pretending for.”
Her breath caught at the honesty in his tone. The faint scent of cedar and rain clung to him. She wanted to step closer, and when she finally did, the air seemed to thicken, closing the distance between their words.
“Then maybe,” she whispered, “you should stop pretending tonight. I’m not Jace’s wife anymore, and you don’t have to remain friends with the guy.”
Kyrell’s expression flickered—surprise, then something deeper. He reached for her hand, rough fingers brushing against her pulse. “Are you sure about that, Eden?”
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