The lake was even more beautiful the next morning.
A thin layer of mist floated above the water, giving the world a dreamlike stillness.
Liora stepped onto the porch wrapped in one of Caelan's oversized sweaters.
She smiled.
It smelled faintly of cedarwood and his cologne.
She hadn't noticed herself borrowing it the night before.
She hadn't noticed...
She didn't want to give it back.
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The smell of coffee drifted from the kitchen.
Curious, she followed it.
Then stopped.
Caelan Ashford...
CEO of one of the country's largest companies...
Was standing barefoot in the kitchen.
Wearing an apron.
Trying—and failing—to flip pancakes.
One landed on the floor.
He stared at it.
The pancake stared back.
Liora burst into laughter.
He turned around slowly.
"You saw that."
"I ab
