Alice’s POV
I never thought Brian had a soft bone in his body.
But these past hours, he had been... calm.
Kind, even.
I kept waiting for him to leave — to bolt out of the room, to chase some deal, demolish someone’s estate, or threaten a business tycoon in true Brian King fashion.
But he stayed.
He cared for me.
Now I’m slouched on the sofa, my head resting against the armrest, watching him from across the room.
We’re not sitting together — of course not — but he’s close enough that if I stretched my arm out, I could probably touch him.
We’d played Rock-Paper-Scissors to pick a movie.
I wanted my comfort show — something light, something happy.
Brian, stubborn as always, insisted on some dark sci-fi thriller. Typical.
I practically beamed when I won.
"Love and Ev
