Few hours ago
Still absentminded, Chloe didn’t notice when the cab she’d boarded rolled through the gates of the Reigns estate and stopped in front of the mansion.
Her mind was stuck on loop. The restaurant. The stranger. _Tyler_.
“We’re here, ma’am.”
The driver’s voice snapped her out of it. He was watching her in the rearview, that careful look people get when they think you’re about to break.
She forced a nod, thanked him, and stepped out.
Cold air hit her damp blouse. She exhaled, slow, and walked toward the huge teakwood doors. Her hand lifted to the palm scanner on the wall — then froze.
Right. She never registered her print.
She hissed under her breath. Of course.
Before she could even knock, the door clicked open. Clara stood there, silhouette framed by warm ligh
