Chapter 67

• Alexis had been pacing her flat for hours, the cadenced tap of her heels against the wooden floor as it were sound breaking the hush. She looked at her phone for the tenth time in as many minutes, her thumb drifting over Haven's title. It was continuously the same with him—pulling her in, pushing her away, as if to drag her back once more. But this time, Alexis decided things would be different . She wasn’t going to let him just walk back into her life without a few kinds of confirmation. She knew precisely what she needed, and she knew she had use.
• Over town, Haven sat at his table, gazing at the city horizon through the wide windows of his office. His domain sprawled out underneath him, a kingdom built on canny deals and heartless aspiration. However, none of it appeared to matter when his thoughts floated to Alexis. Their relationship was like a storm, all-consuming and outlandish to foresee. He had made his botches, more than he cared to tally, but he was prepared to make things right.
• The notification on his phone buzzed, breaking his dream. A message from Alexis. “Meet me at our spot,” it examined, simple and to the point. No room for merriments or pardons. Haven moaned, rubbing the back of his neck as he considered what she might have in mind this time.