Millie paused outside Evan’s door, her hand hovering over the carved wood. It was her first time entering his room, and the thought made her uneasy. She hated that she cared what it might look like.
She exhaled and knocked.
“Come in,” he called, voice smooth as ever.
She pushed the door open and stepped inside.
The room wasn’t what she expected.
Sunlight poured through a tall window, warming the space. The walls were pale beige, the furniture simple but refined—comfortable without being showy.
In the center stood a king bed with a green comforter and a thick wool throw. A loveseat faced the window. Beyond it—
Her breath caught.
Mountains stretched far beyond the glass, peaks glowing in the morning light, sharp ridges softened by mist.
“Wow,” she murmured.
Behind her, his voice ca
