Kara almost didn’t come. Work was hell. Thomas was on her about “dating a billionaire and catching feelings.”
But she promised Jon , so she texted Nancy. She sent the gate code.
Kara drove in, parked, and stood on the porch like she was about to meet a stranger.
Jon opened the door before she knocked.
He looked wrecked. Hair messy, sleeves rolled up, like he’d been staring at his phone waiting.
“You came,” he said. Relief all over his face.
“I said I would,” Kara said. Held up the takeout. “Thai. Extra chicken. Peace offering for showing up late.”
Jon didn’t take the food. He just pulled her inside and shut the door.
“You’re here,” he said again. Like he couldn’t believe it.
“I’m here,” she repeated. Set the food down. “Are you okay?”
“No.” He ran a hand through his hair
