Evie
It wasn’t long before I realized Adrian Blackwood barely slept.
At first, I blamed myself.
After the party, my sleep had become... unpredictable. Some nights I drifted off almost immediately, exhausted enough that my brain surrendered without protest. Other nights I found myself staring at the ceiling while the conversation in Adrian’s truck replayed over and over.
You told him no.
That was enough.
It was amazing how comforting those words felt at two in the afternoon and how difficult they became to believe at two in the morning.
The first night I woke because Moose snored.
Not a cute little puppy snore.
A full-body, earth-shaking rumble that sounded as though someone had started a lawn mower at the foot of my bed.
I rolled over with a groan, trying to locate the source of
