Eve’s POV
The late afternoon sun had dipped low enough to stain the kitchen windows a burnished gold by the time Eve returned home, grocery bags in both hands, her heart still humming with the quiet triumph of the confrontation she’d survived, no, won, at the butcher shop.
The moment the cab had pulled away and left her standing before the tall, polished doors of her home, Ryan’s home, theirhome, the rush of it all hit her again. The echo of Luan’s disbelief, the tremble in her fake confidence, the way her face had contorted when Eve told her, plainly and without apology, that Ryan had chosen her… all of it replayed like a delicious melody.
She pushed the door open and stepped into the cool silence of the house, letting the crisp scent of the interior swallow her. Ryan had changed the l
