Hayden and Myla sat together on the bed in their room, going through their personal business emails.
It was Myla who spoke first, voice low. “Feels strange, doesn’t it?”
Hayden’s brows lifted, looking away at his phone to her. “What does?”
“Not… waiting for the next thing to happen,” she said softly. “Like we can finally breathe again.”
He looked at her for a long moment. Then he reached out, fingers brushing a strand of hair from her face. “Maybe it’s time we let ourselves breathe, baby.”
Her pulse jumped when his hand didn’t leave her cheek. When his thumb traced her lower lip slowly, deliberately.
She swallowed. “Hay…”
His mouth curved faintly. “I’ve been thinking about something.”
“Mm?”
“Remember that day at breakfast? Before the whole construction thing came up.The way they l
