CHAPTER SIXTY-SIX
MELINDA
It had been a week since Kieran moved back to the guest room. Seven nights of sleeping alone in a bed that felt too big, too empty, too cold without him. Seven mornings of waking up and remembering all over again that we were broken in ways I didn't know how to fix.
During the day we were fine. Professional, polite, working together on foundation plans or discussing his business. But at night the distance between us felt like miles instead of just a hallway.
I couldn't take it anymore.
It was past midnight when I gave up on sleep, pulling on a robe over my thin nightgown. The house was quiet, most of the staff already gone home or asleep in their quarters. Only security would be awake, doing rounds outside.
Light spilled from under Kieran's study door. Of co
