Audrey’s POV

“He’s already talked to Miss Rose about it,” Michael said. ‘Since you have experience with vegetative patients, he thinks you’re perfer to look aftakach Hayes during the ceremony.”

“Miss Sinclair?” Michael’s voice pulled me back. ‘Does this mean you’ll design the rings now?”

“Yes,” I said, realizing I hadn’t actually responded. ‘I’ll start right away.”

I wedged my phone between my ear and shoulder, jotting down notes while sitting cross–legged on my touch.

“Great. Mr. Parker has some specific ideas for the men’s ring…”

I wrote everything down as Michael detailed Blake’s preferences. Already my mind was sketching designs that would complement the women’s ring id created earlier.

“Thanks, Michael. And please tell Mr. Parker I appreciate the chance to care for Rachel.

After hanging up, I stared at my notes. Whatever my feelings about Blake, this was my opportunity to see Rachel again. That’s what mattered.

I spent the next several hours lost in designs, barely noticing the apartment growing darker. My phone’s ring startled me back to reality.

“Audrey, what are you doing?” Ethan’s voice brought an unexpected smile to my face.

“Working.”

“Have you eaten dinner yet?”

I glanced at my watch, surprised to see it was after six. “I haven’t even had lunch.”

“What? Your stomach’s already messed up! You can’t skip meals like this. Where are you? I’m coming to find you and buy you dinner.”

I suddenly realized how hungry I was. “I’m at home.”

“Perfect! I’m right outside your door.”

I hung up and opened my door to find Ethan juggling several grocery bags, wearing a sheepish grin.

“Dinner delivery,” he said, stepping past me into my apartment.

“What’s all this?” I asked, following him to the kitchen.

replied, setting everything down. “I figured you might be

and a French baguette. “You didn’t have

called Astrid too. She’ll be

move, I laughed. “Starting

“Astrid’s cooking is… an

said. “How’d you suddenly get free time? Aren’t you busy with

Blake and Laurel’s

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“Why would their engagement

face carefully. “You and Blake still have

brushed my bangs from my face, buying time to compose myself. “What makes you think that? What have I done to give

said, returning to his vegetables. “I could

really be okay watching

head with a bitter smile. “Not only am I not fighting for him, I’m designing

eyes widened. “That

I moved beside him and took over washing vegetables. “Blake’s demand. So please stop saying there’s something between us. If he

“I’m sorry, Audrey. I

relax, I’ll finish

and headed

arrival before she

mid–sentence, spotting Ethan sitting on the couch with Snow. Her eyes narrowed before she grabbed a throw pillow and flung it at him. “Making my sick friend cook while you lounge

caught the pillow. “Audrey told me to take a

right,” I called from the kitchen. “Come help me instead of

dropped her bag and headed

a kid,‘ Ethan protested.

raised an eyebrow. “Twenty–two is still

says you’re a kid, I won’t be too

casually mentioned, “I saw moving trucks downstairs. And I passed some movers coming from this floor. I think the

up from

grabbing a pot. “When I helped you find this place, the landlord specifically said no one else lived on this floor. I thought it’d

pot with water for the pasta. “It’s weird that less than a month after you

know who it

new tenant is some wealthy businessman. Seems out of

focusing on the vegetables. “Maybe he likes the character of old

Blake’s POV

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