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.

“I figured you might be skipping

beef, tomatoes, and a French baguette. “You

said, washing his hands. “I called Astrid too. She’ll be here

I laughed.

“Astrid’s cooking

I said. “How’d you suddenly get free

while rinsing vegetables. “I saw the news about Blake and Laurel’s engagement. Thought

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my face carefully. “You and Blake still

face, buying time to compose myself. “What makes you think that? What have I

NYU, the way he held your hands,” he said, returning to his vegetables. “I could tell something’s unresolved

and faced me. “Would you really be okay watching him marry someone else? Maybe there’s just a misunderstanding

bitter smile. “Not only am I not fighting for

widened. “That

please stop saying there’s something between us. If he respected me at all, he wouldn’t

sorry, Audrey. I

relax, I’ll finish

and headed to the

keys announced Astrid’s arrival before she

Snow. Her eyes narrowed before she grabbed a throw pillow and flung it at him.

caught the pillow. “Audrey told me to take a

the kitchen. “Come help me

dropped her bag and

a kid,‘ Ethan

raised an eyebrow. “Twenty–two

a kid, I won’t be too hard

“I saw moving trucks downstairs. And I passed some movers coming from this

looked 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 be perfect – quiet, private,

pasta. “It’s weird that less than a month after you move in, someone takes the empty apartment. This building has

“You don’t even know who it is. Maybe

asked the movers, Astrid explained. “They said the new tenant is some

vegetables. “Maybe he likes the character of old buildings. Not everyone wants sterile

Blake’s POV

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