RAINE’S POV
After a no-show therapy session, I came home early. Talon canceled at the last minute. Apparently, he had something ‘important’ to tend to. Whatever that meant.
The moment I stepped through the door, I stopped short. “What’s all this?” I asked, eyeing the decorations all over the living room.
Tables were moved, and fabrics rolled out. Someone had set up mood boards on the wall.
Chloe popped out from the kitchen with a measuring tape around her neck like she was some design diva. “These are the things the party planner dropped off,” she said. “Didn’t she text you?”
I frowned and pulled out my phone. “I haven’t really been on my phone.”
Figures. There were three unread messages from a number I hadn’t saved. The last one said, ‘Deliveries have arrived. Hope it’s okay, we
