I ended the call and stared at my phone for a moment. Evelyn’s words kept echoing. Things still coming. Don’t give him your whole heart. I tossed the phone onto the bed and dragged my suitcase out of the closet.
I folded sweaters, then unfolded them again, my hands moving on autopilot. Geneva. Two nights. I picked up a black coat, then put it back. Lucian had almost told me what to wear earlier. The memory made my lips twitch despite everything.
A knock sounded on my door.
“Come in,” I said.
Lucian stepped inside, already in a dark button-down with the sleeves rolled up. He looked at the open suitcase, then at me.
“You’re actually packing without burning the place down,” he said. “I’m impressed.”
“Don’t get used to it.” I held up two pairs of boots. “Which ones make me look less like
