The soft sound of Lily's snoring drifted through the hallway—a gentle reminder that, for now, everything was safe.
Jamie sat on the edge of her bed, her phone pressed to her ear as she wrapped up a call with Andre.
"Why didn't Ethan kill him?" Andre muttered, his voice sharp with restrained anger.
"Matter of fact, never mind. I'll swing by the police station tomorrow. Show him who he really should be messing with."
Jamie gave a tired smile, appreciating the fire in his voice. She hadn't gone into detail, but she'd told him enough. Enough for Andre to know she wouldn't be coming into the café for a couple of days. And, as expected, he'd gone full protective big-brother mode.
"But you're okay, right?" he asked again, this time softer.
"Yeah," she breathed, heart tugging at the thought
