Ivy Collins felt completely defeated. And yet—he laughed.

That laugh shattered what little strength she had left. Her heartbreak turned into rage. Taking advantage of his momentary lapse, she shoved him hard and stumbled away, desperate to leave.

“If that’s how you want to put it,” Ethan Lancaster said calmly, “then yes, I do have a ‘moonlight.’”

Ivy froze, icy dread crawling up her spine. She turned to look at ...