The city was buzzing as usual, but Evelyn remained unbothered by the noise outside the café window.
She sat back in her chair, sunglasses on, legs crossed, fully at ease.
Across from her, Trey grinned, sipping his drink while watching her with that familiar glimmer of mischief in his eyes.
“So,” he drawled, leaning forward with his arms on the table, voice low and teasing, “I heard the compound’s a little quieter these days.”
Evelyn’s lips curled into a slow, pleased smile.
“I made a few… necessary statements,” she said, her tone smooth, calm, dripping with quiet satisfaction. “And now they know exactly where I stand.”
Trey let out a short, impressed laugh.
“Damn right, you did,” he said, eyes gleaming with pride. “That place needed to be shaken up.”
Evelyn shrugged lightly, but he
