A Dangerous Pretender Anna watched Noah from the kitchen doorway, her hand still gripping the edge of the wall. She knew what she’d heard last night. He whispered her name with a kind of longing that couldn’t come from confusion. He remembered. But he hadn’t said anything. Not yet. When he walked into the room, his expression was calm, unreadable. “Morning,” he said, grabbing a mug. “Morning,” she replied softly, studying him. “You sleep okay?” She nodded. “You?” Noah glanced at her and gave a crooked smile. “Still waking up in pieces.” Anna’s stomach twisted. He was lying. --- Elsewhere – Dania and Isabella Meet in Secret Dania leaned against his car, watching Isabella approach in dark sunglasses and heels too sharp for a casual outing. “Thought we agreed to stay out of each o

