Alexander Steele stared at his phone.
Grayson's phone.
Her reply sat there, casual and unassuming, but it felt heavier than any contract he had ever signed.
Sunday.
She had said yes.
Ethan glanced over from the couch, noticing the look on his face. "That good, huh?"
Alex exhaled slowly, something close to a laugh escaping him. "She agreed."
Ethan whistled softly. "Well. Look at you."
Alex didn't answer. He leaned back, phone resting against his palm, his thoughts already racing ahead to a small bar near a park, to a woman who didn't know his name, his power, or his world. A woman who knew him as just Grayson.Just a man.
And for the first time in a long time, that felt like more than enough.
The kitchen smelled like garlic and thyme.
