Tristan hadn’t meant for the text to cause trouble.
At least, that’s what he told himself.
He’d stared at his phone far longer than necessary before hitting send, replaying the image of Ava’s face when she left the restaurant, conflicted, beautiful, unreadable.
He’d known the message was too personal.
Dinner was exceptional because of you. Xoxo.
He could’ve just said, “Get home safe.” That would’ve been enough.
But part of him wanted to see what would happen. Part of him wanted to know just how far that crack in her perfect marriage would stretch.
Now, standing by the window of his penthouse overlooking downtown, he swirled the amber liquid in his glass and smiled faintly to himself.
He hadn’t heard from her since last night. No reply. No call. Just silence. And that silence intr
