The morning after felt… strange.

Brayden hadn’t mentioned what he told me last night. He was back to his usual self.

But then he set something on the table in front of me.

A Brand new phone. The latest model.

My fingers hovered over the box. “For me?”

His eyes cut up from his coffee. “Obviously.”

“Why?” I asked carefully.

His lips twitched. “You’ve been whining about freedom. Consider this… a gesture. Now you can call people. Shop online. Distract ...