The morning after the lake house felt different.
Kya woke slowly, sunlight warming her cheek, the sheets still carrying Julian’s scent. She stretched under the covers, her body loose and light in a way she hadn’t felt in years. For a moment she just lay there, smiling into the pillow like a woman with a secret.
Because she did have one.
Julian Gray had kissed her because he wanted to. And she had kissed him back. Her cheeks warmed at the memory.
She slipped out of bed, pulling on one of Julian’s shirts — the soft gray one he’d left draped over a chair. It hung off her shoulders, brushing her thighs, and she felt a flutter in her stomach at the thought of him seeing her in it.
She padded downstairs, humming under her breath.
The staff noticed immediately.
“Good morning, Mrs. Gray,” o
