The next morning, Summer was still asleep when she vaguely heard multiple people coming and going outside. It sounded like a lot of things were being moved in.
Then, she caught Ethan's low voice reporting, "Mr. Wilde, everything has been arranged as you requested. The chef and driver are our own people."
What the hell was Stephen up to? And what did that even mean?
Her groggy brain couldn't process anything. She turned over and went back to sleep.
It was unclear how much time had passed when a nightmare jolted her awake. She shot up in bed, gasping for air.
Creak.
The door opened, and Stephen's tall figure strode in at a steady pace. "You're up? Come eat."
Summer's eyes widened when she saw him dressed in workout gear, a thin layer of sweat on his forehead. He had clearly just finis
