Lena had spent the rest of the day replaying Mara Kincaid’s words until they sank so deeply into her chest she could no longer deny the truth. Her cousin was right. She wasn’t some lost, insecure girl fumbling her way through life. She had become a woman who understood what was good for her and what wasn’t. And Silas and Damian… everything about them had been good.
They weren’t just attentive in the obvious, flashy ways men usually were at the beginning of something new. They paid attention in small, consistent, impossible-to-ignore ways the ways that mattered.
Like the night Damian had shown up with her favorite caramel-hazelnut ice cream because he “noticed the freezer was running low.” Or the way Silas always linked their fingers when they walked anywhere, even if it was just from
