Madison
The black sports car slows to a halt at the red light, the engine humming quietly beneath us. Adrian reaches into the backseat and hands me a sleek black folder, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips like he’s been waiting all night to do this.
“Open it,” he says, his voice just above a whisper.
My fingers flip open the front cover and I freeze, my mouth going dry.
Inside are architectural drawings — floor plans, renderings, a beautiful glass and stone house with huge windows, a long back patio and a kitchen big enough to host half the city. I turn the pages slowly, realizing this isn’t a random house. Someone spent a long time designing this. Every room, every angle, every window carefully planned.
“I met with an architect a few weeks ago,” Adrian says quietly. “Bu
