Kaya’s POV
It had been two weeks since I had been placed on strict bedrest, and I had never been so bored or so frustrated in my entire life. Sure, it was comforting to have Freya, Blake, and Josh doting on me every minute of the day, but there were only so many glasses of orange juice, card games, and half-hearted attempts at poker I could handle before I lost my mind.
I need to do something.
That thought had been growing louder and louder in my head, until today, when it became unbearable. I was Kaya Hartwell—a businesswoman, a go-getter, someone who thrived on challenges and hard work. I wasn’t meant to be caged in my own home, doing absolutely nothing while my life and work moved forward without me.
And I had just the excuse to break free: a meeting.
The meeting wasn’t even urgent
