I was still smiling when I stepped out of the elevator.
The kind of smile that comes from relief — from believing that maybe things were finally turning around. Lucas had made me laugh, for the first time in days. And that laugh, that small moment of lightness, felt like a piece of myself I’d been missing.
My heels clicked against the marble floor as I walked down the hallway toward my penthouse door. My reflection in the glass looked calm, collected, almost happy. I swiped my card and pushed the door open, already planning a hot shower and a glass of wine.
Then I froze.
Because sitting on my couch — legs spread, jacket off, like he owned the place — was Cameron.
The smile slid right off my face.
“What are you doing here?” My voice came out sharp, steady, even though my heart started
