Alicia POV

“Have you heard anything yet?” Kayla asked, stepping into our sleek kitchen.

My eyes lifted with furrowed brows. “From who?”

Since I intended to make myself one, I gathered the familiar elements of our morning ritual—the earthy aroma of freshly ground beans, the quiet hiss of the coffee pot as it began to heat and the dull thud as I set down two mugs.

Kayla came closer, sauntering over and dropping onto a stool behind the ...