The morning sun filtered through the living room curtains, casting golden streaks across the quiet lakeside house. The scent of fresh coffee and toast drifted through the air. Everything was peaceful... until the doorbell started ringing like someone was having a personal vendetta against it.
Kael, still in his white t-shirt and sweatpants, padded to the front door with his coffee mug in hand. Nobody visited this early, especially not at his private retreat.
He opened the door to find Theo Whitford in all his dramatic glory—purple sequined shirt that could blind aircraft, white leather pants, oversized sunglasses, and a tiger-print scarf that screamed "I have arrived."
Theo clutched two designer bags and a paper bag that smelled suspiciously like expensive pastries.
The moment Theo spo
