Rose’s POV
I tapped the edge of my laptop with a pen, the rhythmic clicks barely cutting through the noise in my head. The article staring back at me wasn’t helpful—just more fluff about Jack Carter’s return to Mayfield. The headline read: “Jack Carter Delights Local Fans at Kids’ Football Match.”
I groaned, rubbing my temples. I’d been scouring the internet for hours, looking for any clue about where Jack might be next. This town wasn’t big, but it felt impossible to predict the movements of a global superstar.
A kids’ football match? It had to be a fabricated story for clicks. Jack Carter, captain of Real Madrid, wasn’t the kind of person to hang out at a primary school. The man had an empire to manage, contracts to honor, and a reputation to uphold.
Still, the idea lingered in the b
