In Los Angeles, Calista Wave was still standing at her living room window when her phone buzzed.
She almost didn't look. She assumed it was Lorenzo. An apology, maybe. Or an excuse. Or another one of those carefully casual messages that never quite said anything at all.
It wasn't Lorenzo.
[[Kyle: Miss me?]]
Calista stared at the screen.
Two words. Her own words. The exact message she had sent him days ago, lying on her bed in lingerie, knowing exactly what it would do to him.
He had remembered.
Her thumbs moved before her brain could stop them.
[[Calista: You have no idea how]]
She stopped. Deleted it.
[[Calista: Something happened today and]]
Deleted that too.
She thought about Lorenzo's forehead pressed against the steering wheel. About the questions. "Where's Kyle? Who did he take? When is he coming back?" About a boyfriend with a name that didn't fit.
