"Hello Ava Reynolds... Finally found you."

Ava's muscles locked, her feet rooted to the marble floor. Her fingers curled into fists at her sides, nails biting crescents into her palms. The tremor started in her hands and radiated outward, a betrayal she couldn't control.

She forced her lips into a smile as she faced Ethan.

His cologne hit her like a physical blow, cedarwood and amber, that unmistakable scent that had once made her pulse quicken for entirely different reasons. Now it felt ...