Ethan was holding a cup of coffee in his hand, the rich aroma slowly drifting toward her.

Emily and Ethan’s rooms were next to each other, and their balconies were quite close as well.

Just moments ago, they had been in separate rooms, discussing their children and the possibility of remarriage. But now, here they were again, meeting on the balcony.

Their gazes met in the space between them, but it was Emily who averted her eyes first. Her tongue lightly touched the roof ...