After their heatred exchange, Iva withdraws to her temporary room. The door to the guest room closed with a firm, echoing thud that seemed to linger in the air long after Iva had disappeared behind it.
Silence followed.
Heavy.
Tense.
Unforgiving.
Caleb remained standing in the middle of the living room, unmoving, his chest rising and falling slowly as he tried—tried—to regain control over the storm raging inside him.
But it wasn’t working.
Not even close.
His hands clenched into fists at his sides, his jaw tightening as he stared at the closed door like it had personally challenged him, like it had drawn a line he was not supposed to cross.
“Damn it…” he muttered under his breath, dragging a hand down his face as he turned away sharply.
He was this close.
This close to losing co
