For the first time in days, Lorraine and Rhyan had nothing pressing clawing at their backs. Roman’s legal team was handling paperwork for the building he’d gifted them, and until signatures were exchanged and notaries sealed, there wasn’t much they could do but wait.
The waiting should have felt like relief. Instead, Lorraine was restless. Every idle moment made her mind circle back to Betsy, to Dwade, to Roman’s cryptic half-smiles. To the weight of being wanted and feared at the same time.
Rhyan seemed to sense it too, her fingers tapping against her mug of iced coffee as they sat in the courtyard that morning. “We need to do something productive,” she said finally. “Otherwise we’ll just sit here spiraling. What about practice?”
Lorraine didn’t need clarification. “Shanta’s?”
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