LUCY
The word echoed in my mind, clear and impossible to ignore.
I swallowed hard, my hands curling into fists. I never thought I’d find him, but he was right there. He kept his eyes on me.
I had never felt anything like this. Not with Sam. Not ever.
The man stepped closer.
I didn’t retreat. I knew I should, but I couldn’t.
His gaze was intense but not harsh. He looked hungry, but in control, like he’d waited a long time for this. It seemed like he always knew I was here.
“Hello, mate,” he said, lips curling into a slow, wicked smirk. “It’s about time I got you alone.”
The room went silent.
Rio stared at me with wide eyes. “Lucy? Do you know this man?”
I couldn’t answer.
My chest tightened, and my thoughts scattered. Everything I believed about myself, my marriage, and my life
