Chapter 60. Stalker

Rae:

The sheets are tangled around my legs.

My skin’s still warm. Tender in places I don’t want to think about yet.

But I don’t open my eyes. Not yet. I just lie there, face buried in the pillow, wrapped in his scent — cedar and fire and something darker that never leaves him. My body aches, slow and satisfied.

And empty.

I reach across the bed.

Cold sheets.

No S.

I open my eyes, blinking at the sunlight bleeding through the blinds. Everything is quiet. Too quiet. No footsteps. No rustle of a suit. Not even the sound of him breathing beside me.

I sit up, the silk of the robe sliding across my shoulders as I pull it on. My legs protest. My thighs ache in a way that makes my face flush.

God, the way he—

I bite my lip, shaking my head.

Focus, Rae.

He left without saying goodbye again.

A note sits on the nightstand.

But it’s not his handwriting.

It’s my phone.

A message lights up the sc