AMARA POV
I woke up to the smell of food.
Real food. Warm, rich, delicious aromas curling into my nose, dragging me slowly from sleep. For a second my mind felt blank..soft….floating. Then I blinked awake, stretched… and saw the tray on the bedside table.
Zed was gone.
But breakfast was right there, neatly arranged like something from a hotel: soup, toast, fruit, tea.
And beside it… a note.
I reached for it immediately, my lips curling without permission.
“I know you’ll be too tired. Don’t stress yourself.
I told the house help to stay back and stay close, ask for anything.And if you get bored… call me. I’ll come right away.”
My cheeks burned instantly.Yesterday flashed through my mind with no shame. Heat crawled up my neck.
This man…
I pressed the note to my chest and giggled l
