JANICE'S POV
I see Eden before I even reach the kitchen. He's standing outside the service entrance with his hands in his pockets and that same unreadable expression on his face.
My stomach tightens because this isn't about work anymore.
The hallway smells like coffee and fresh bread, staff rush past us carrying trays and paperwork.
Nobody notices the tension stretching painfully between us or maybe they do.
Eden watches me approach. "You're early."
"I couldn't sleep."
The answer lands too heavily between us and his eyes stay on mine for a second too long then he asks quietly, "Can we talk?"
Every instinct inside me screams no but I nod anyway. We step into an empty storage room near the kitchen.
The second the door closes, the air changes. Eden leans against the counter behind hi
