For three days, Felicia avoided Avery.
Not intentionally.
At least that was what she told herself.
The truth was much more complicated.
Ever since his confession in the garden, she hadn’t known what to do with herself.
Every time she looked at him, she remembered his words.
I love you.
Not as a friend.
Not as someone he felt responsible for.
Not as the mother of the children he helped raise.
As a woman.
As someone he wanted.
The confession had shaken her far more than she wanted to admit.
Because Avery wasn’t some stranger.
He wasn’t some man she had met recently.
He had been part of her life for five years.
Five years of friendship.
Five years of support.
Five years of loyalty.
Five years of being there when everyone else wasn’t.
Including Markus.
Especially Markus.
