Reeva POV
I stir my coffee with unnecessary precision, clinking the spoon against the mug like it had personally wronged me.
Across from me, Hayden is halfway through a forkful of scrambled eggs, while Wyatt has chosen to drown his pancakes in syrup with the enthusiasm of a five-year-old left unsupervised.
Last night with Hayden was different. Spectacular, but different. It was more than just two people sharing the pleasure of the flesh. Well, for me, at least. There was a connection, and it is scaring me. I cannot fall for Hayden. It is a terrible idea, and I do not want him caught in the crossfire of my revenge.
I am so deep in thought that I jump when there is a knock on the door.
“Don’t people own watches?” Hayden sighs, putting down his fork.
“Maybe it’s your destiny to arrive e
