Abby

The knock on the door interrupts my pity party, and for a split second, I debate

whether or not to even answer it.

But before I can make up my mind, the door creaks open and I catch the sight in

the vanity mirror—Karl, his blue surgical mask lowered, his brown eyes shining

and a bouquet of flowers in hand.

“Karl?” My voice trembles. Seeing him makes my guard lower, and I can feel my

shoulders relax. “I saw you in the audience, and I—”

He steps further into the room, letting the door close softly behind him. “I bought

a ticket secretly. I hope you don’t mind, but I wanted to surprise you,” he says,

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his eyes meeting mine in the mirror.

I feel a smile spreading across my lips. “Thank you. But…” I pause, taking in his

with the

tugs on the blue mask. “This? Don’t take it the wrong way,

anyone recognizing me. I’m supposed to be an Alpha,

out in my ex-wife’s city and

discussions when he

of the staff at the restaurant doesn’t know about our

fantastic out there, Abby,” he

last thing you said about the

through me at his words, the tenderness

raw emotions. “Thank you. I didn’t

means a lot that you’re

walk over, probably to hand me the bouquet, but then he

eyes, the streaked makeup—undeniable signs

drop to the floor, abandoned, and

hands grip me by both arms,

you crying?” Concern fills his eyes,

was just there a moment

consider sticking with my initial impulse to downplay

I know how he’ll react if he finds

say, taking a step back. But the way Karl looks

confusion, breaks

the air between us thickening, charged with a mix

make you cry, Abby.

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