Grace POV

The familiar scent hits me instantly. Pine and smoke and something uniquely Ethan.

'His chest. I just ran into Ethan.'

I jerk back, heart hammering.

He steadies me with both hands on my shoulders. His eyes meet mine—deep, searching, carrying that intensity that makes my breath catch.

"What are you doing lurking outside doors?" His voice is low. Amused.

"I wasn't lurking." Heat floods my cheeks. "I was coming to find Alice, but she's—she seems ...