Some kisses change everything.
The night had cracked something open between them—quiet and dangerous. But morning came with new eyes watching, old names reappearing, and unspoken lines being redrawn.
And Maya? She was about to find out that sometimes, the past doesn’t knock.
It just… pulls up a chair.
“Mr. Miller, your briefing is in an hour,” Trina said, voice ever-professional as she stepped forward. “Please feel free to enjoy breakfast with us while you wait.”
Ethan smiled, eyes still on Maya.
“Would love to.”
But when he moved to sit near her, Damien spoke.
“There’s space at the end,” he said, tone mild but final.
Ethan paused, just slightly.
Then nodded and moved down the table.
Maya didn’t look at Damien.
But she felt him—close and consuming.
And though no one said it al
