Vivian's POV
The sleek motorcycle parked outside Grace's building caught my attention immediately. Chrome gleamed under the afternoon sun, and an expensive helmet sat perched on the handlebars like a crown. My stomach dropped as recognition hit me hard.
Only one person I knew could afford something that flashy and had the audacity to leave it sitting there like bait. Wade was here. Worse yet, he had come alone this time, without using me as an excuse to see Grace.
Walking through Grace's front door, the scent of expensive cologne mixed with something distinctly masculine filled the air. My suspicions crystallized into cold reality.
"Grace?" I called out, my voice echoing through the small apartment.
