–Deanne–
That couple—specifically Livana and Damon—are both crawling under my skin. I sank deeper into my bubble bath, eyes shut, savoring the sweet scent of vanilla foam and the chilled champagne fizzing against my lips. I plucked a slice of mango from the porcelain dish beside me and let it melt on my tongue.
Peace, at last.
Until, of course, someone had to ruin it.
Sharp knocks rattled the door. I didn't move. Probably Livana. But no... she wouldn't knock like that. Too aggressive. Too annoying.
"Deanne!"
I froze mid-sip. That voice. I reached for the robe I'd strategically placed nearby, my fingers brushing the concealed handgun underneath it.
My bathroom door creaked—wide open. Seriously?
Caine stood there, expression unbothered as our eyes locked.
"I'll just invite myself in," he said, like it was the most normal thing in the world. He held up a paper bag. "Here's your order, ma'am."
I calmly raised my gun, tilted my head, and gestured for him to step closer.
