The moment shattered so completely that Maya felt it in her chest, a physical thing, like glass dropped on stone.
Ethan's hand fell away from her face, and he turned toward the terrace with the kind of controlled fury Maya had only seen once before, the night he'd draped his jacket over her shoulders at the gala. Vivian stood just beyond the doors in a burgundy dress far too formal for an uninvited visit, her arms folded, her expression carved into something between amusement and contempt.
"How did you get onto the property?" Ethan's voice was low, dangerously even.
"Your security guard at the gate happens to remember me fondly." Vivian's smile widened, though it didn't reach her eyes. "Ten years of holiday parties buys a certain amount of goodwill, apparently. You should really replace
