g rush had dwindled, leaving only a handful of customers tucked into their corners, sipping coffee and working on laptops. The scent of
very detail, every carefully worded sentence had been designed to protect the café, just like she h
. He didn't just hand people what they wan
across from her, a steamin
... s
sound like a
n fees, no last-minute clauses that screw me
Proctor doesn't help peo
e tabletop. "But there's nothing in h
ust haven't
hest. "Or maybe- just maybe- h
? He broke your heart, vanished, and now you'r
things weren't that simple. Emery closed the laptop, ru
hem before Sadie sighed. "S
k it over. If they give the
could reply, the door swung op
ading straight for Emery's table
r her breath, but Desmond ign
ou rea
d
nd
g a lawyer
d in his gaze. "G
without him needing to order. That simple action irritated Emery
ceramic of her own cup. "What
ow what
you're back, throwing contracts in my la
trying to do this right. I can't chan
eight Emery wasn't su
rape against the floor. "I'm going to go prete
eparture, gaze still fixed on Eme
he expected him
thing I want
anywhere with Desmond was a mista
ll lingering from the morning drizzle. The city moved around them- cars hon
trides confident. Five minutes passed before
'll
she didn't push. If he was leading her into so
bookstore sat nestled between modern glass buildings. Its worn si
wned. "A
leather bindings filled the space. Wooden shelves stretched from floor to ceiling, crammed
nter glanced up, eyes wid
Lang
. "Didn't think I'd
an the ones he usually wore.
to Emery, curiosity spa
this is Langston. He's been running t
huckled. "
ill uncertain why she was here
I probably
sit in that corner, reading f
in a bookstore, escaping into stories, didn'
g the wooden counter. "
harder than she exp
ing good with this place. Langston's lease is sec
im, searching for
. "Because some thin
her chest, stirring someth
d on Desmond's shoulde
, almost uncomforta
ou didn't bring me here j
ted you to see I'm not just talking.
dn't been ready to move. Desmond Proctor was still a risk. But maybe-
of well-worn novels. The place had a charm she hadn't expected, and the fact that Desmond
ed, she found him watching her- not with smug satisfaction, but someth
to prove a poin
t the counter, arms c
ting me to suddenly bel
ybe, or something darker. "I'm not asking you to believe a
said th
imself stacking books on the counter, b
ed sharply.
g off the counter. "Se
ff, his expression amuse
l noise- car horns, distant chatter, the rhythmic steps of pedestrians- filled th
she turned to face him.
ifted slightly.
I need this place, and if this is the only way to keep
in his gaze, unrea
hing for cracks in his composure.
finally spoke, his voice was lower, m
h she wasn't sure if it was from
ing her space. "I'll have the fi
ed into the crowded street, leaving Emery standing
d down, Emery sat alone in her apartment, s
sense; the contract was airtight, ensuring she retained
ck into her life, even if only in a professional capacity. The cursor bl
gn
she set down her tea and moved toward the door. Through the peephol
sm
pulling it open. "Wha
ns." He held up a bottle of wine.
. "Do you always assu
ed. "Only whe
dgment, she stepped a
set her on edge. The lines between past and present were blurring,