Samantha stood at the edge of the El Fuego rooftop, eyes closed, chin tilted skyward. The breeze combed through her hair, soft and steady, like it knew all the things she couldn’t say out loud. Up here, with nothing but the wind and the open sky, it was easier to pretend her world wasn’t unraveling.
“This where you go to disappear?”
A deep voice sliced through the quiet. Her eyes flew open, heart stuttering. She turned—and there he was.
Drake.
Her breath caught. He wasn’t supposed to be here. Last she knew, he was down at the factory with Lee, neck-deep in the mess his uncle had left behind—firing people, pushing through hush-hush projects. She’d been avoiding it all… avoiding him.
“What are you doing here?” she asked, voice low, eyes narrowing a little.
“You haven’t been showing up.
