Chloe slipped out so fast the door was still rattling when Keeley realized she was alone.
Alone.
In Owen’s house.
In Owen’s orbit.
With no witnesses.
A wicked little idea slithered up Keeley’s spine.
Tonight… tonight could change everything.
She kicked off her heels, padded upstairs on bare toes, heart thudding like a teenage girl about to sneak out past curfew.
The master bedroom was dark except for the bruised moonlight spilling across the bed.
Owen’s scent clung to everything — clean soap, cheap aftershave, something darker underneath.
Keeley bit her lip, sauntered into the bathroom, and turned on the faucet. Hot water thundered into the oversized tub.
While it filled, she caught sight of something on the nightstand —
A pitiful cluster of dried purple flowers.
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