Neon’s POV
I laid on my bed, staring up at the ceiling like it held all the answers to the mess in my head.
Katherine.
That smile of hers had carved itself into the back of my mind like graffiti I couldn’t scrub off. Soft, genuine, kind. It wasn’t even a flirty kind of smile—just… warm. The kind that made you forget how cold the world was.
I groaned and covered my face with a pillow.
“No, no, no,” I muttered into the cotton. “Stop thinking about her.”
I tossed the pillow across the room and sat up.
“She’s Jake’s,” I reminded myself for the tenth time that night. “His wife. His terrifying, unpredictable, dead-serious boss-of-a-husband wife.”
I dragged myself to the mirror, looked at my reflection, and slapped my cheeks twice. “Snap out of it, Neon. You’re the guy who can get any gir
