he never followed up. I have the email. Are you safe.”
I read the message twice. Then a third time, because my eyes refused to hold the words still.
“Darling?”
Evan stepped into the hallway, his jacket open, carrying two champagne flutes. He looked at me the way he had looked at me for eight months, gentle, attentive, perfectly measured.
“You disappeared. People are asking.”
I forced myself to smile.
“Just catching my breath.”
He brushed the back of his fingers against my cheek. I let him. I needed to test one thing first.
“Evan, I’ve been thinking. Next week, I want to move Sophie’s trust to a new firm. The old one keeps pushing fees. Lena agrees.”
His face flickered. It was tiny, only a twitch beneath his left eye, gone in half a second. Then the careful smile returned.
