Bentley paced the length of his bedroom. It was well-lit too. He was dressed in a pair of dark navy pajama pants and a matching long-sleeve shirt. His hand rested in the pocket of his pants, fingers tapping as he walked, his brow furrowed in deep concentration.
His phone buzzed again, and he checked the clock—midnight. Austin's call had left him unsettled. Bentley stopped his pacing momentarily, running a hand through his tousled hair.
Across the room, Nova was arranging some of Bentley’s clothes in the wardrobe. She wore a simple yet elegant nightgown that brushed against her legs as she moved. Nova’s attention was divided between her task and Bentley’s restless movements, her eyes darting to him with curiosity and concern.
"Babe, is everything okay?" Nova asked, as she folded a piece
