“ADRIAN!”
The name rang across the restaurant, clear and confident.
Vivian felt her heart stop.
Not slow.
Stop.
Her fingers tightened around the edge of the table as she turned fully toward the direction Vale was calling.
And then she saw him clearly.
Adrian.
The husband of the woman whose home she had once helped destroy.
The man she had once shared hotel rooms with.
The man who had once whispered forever into her ears.
Her chest tightened painfully.
Why was Vale calling out to him?
“Oh goodness! Mr. Cole?” Vale exclaimed again, laughing in disbelief as he beckoned enthusiastically. “Mr. Cole!”
Mr. Cole.
The name felt foreign and familiar all at once.
Adrian had already risen halfway from his seat when he realized who was calling him. His brows furrowed briefly in confusio
