ASHLEY
Everyone knew I was up for a heartbreak.
Everyone except me.
Remy’s car slows to a crawl in front of my building. We’ve spent almost the whole day in that café. I should feel calmer by now. Less cracked open. Less stupid. But I don’t think the numbness is going to wear off.
“I can walk you up,” Remy offers, voice soft like it won’t break me. Which is stupid. Because I already am.
I glance at him. He looks tired. Concern buried in the set of his jaw. “I’ll be okay.”
My apartment blinks into view—porchlight stuttering, windows gold-lit like nothing's wrong inside. I should feel safe.
But I don’t.
Because he’s there.
Beckett f*****g Langley.
“Remy—” I don’t even finish the warning before Beckett moves.
He’s fast. One second Remy's killing the engine, and the next, the
