MIA’S POV
The restaurant was just the kind of place Jason would choose.
Soft lighting and quiet music wrapped around conversations instead of interrupting them. Couples sat close, heads tilted together, laughter low and intimate. A faint smell of wine and something sweet filled the air—comforting and familiar.
Dangerous.
I paused at the entrance for half a second. Breathe in. Breathe out. This is strategy. Nothing more.
But the moment I stepped inside and spotted him—
Everything changed.
Jason was already standing. It looked like he had been waiting—not just for minutes, but for me. His gaze locked onto mine, and something in his expression opened up. Relief. Real relief. Not forced. Not calculated.
“You came.” Two simple words.And somehow, they felt heavier than anything else he c
