Chapter 69 Is That What I Am Now?

• Liam turned toward the sound, heart briefly suspended, as if some part of him—a quiet, foolish part he usually ignored—had hoped she’d come after him.
• And there she was.
• Rosie hovered at the edge of the terrace, all soft shadows and moonlight. Her hair shimmered in that cool silver-blue way moonlight likes to exaggerate, and the navy silk robe she wore (likely swiped from the guest suite) swayed around her knees with theatrical flair. The whole image felt a bit staged, if Liam was honest—like a magazine ad for luxury heartbreak. Except this wasn’t heartbreak. Not yet. Maybe.