Noah’s POV:
It wasn’t Stacey.
It was Sophie.
And just like that, my entire mood shifted.
“What the hell are you doing here?” I growled, not even trying to hide the venom in my voice.
She leaned against the doorway like she owned the place, her glossy lips curling into a smile that made my stomach turn. “You look like you were expecting someone else,” she said sweetly.
I stood frozen, my fists clenched, jaw tight. I couldn’t believe the audacity. After everything, she still had the nerve to show up here.
Her entire body oozed smugness, like she had just walked off a runway and into my worst nightmare.
“Hey stranger,” she cooed, tilting her head to the side. “You gonna invite me in, or should I just assume this scowl means ‘I missed you’?”
My heart dropped straight into my stomach.
