Grace POV

The folder sits on my nightstand.

I reach for it, fingers brushing the edge. Evidence. Everything I need.

'He brought it last night.'

After I'd bolted from the dining room, leaving my future scattered—Ethan collected every page. Knocked on my door an hour later.

I'd opened it expecting anger or teasing.

Instead, he handed me the folder. Pressed a kiss to my forehead—soft, nothing like the claiming kiss from dinner.

"Sleep well, ...