“What do try what?” Maeve asked, confused by question. Her heart pounded under Byron’s stare. she quickly looked blurted, “If care of your back now, gonna it when you’re older. At her words, expression the heat in his gaze dimming a bit. “If you’re scared, stay out of my business,” he muttered. Byron’s mind wandered back to her ex’s taunts about Maeve too uptight. But watching her squirm, it was she didn’t a about intimacy. No wonder she been enough to come close forced a kiss on her. straightened up and back against the sofa, his tongue sofily. “Maeve, are you even enough for this?” Maeve rolled her eyes, snapped the medical kit shut with a sharp click, and shot “Do you think I’d to you if wasn’t? Im twenty-three!” Byron frowned. That’s still pretty young. Young: You’re only four years older than me. Why attitude? Maeve up, her tone annoyed. “And age is right there the marriage license. Did even bother looking at it?” flicker of crossed Byron’s face. The marriage license was probably dust somewhere. noticed reaction raised eyebrow. “Do you even still the damn license?” seriously doubted kept track iL “You’re overthinking things,” Byron replied smoothly. “It’s late. You sure you want to keep about our ages?” Maeve was momentarily speechless. ‘Wasn’t he the one who started this?’ she thought. next morning, after a good night’s sleep, Maeve felt refreshed, the weakness in gone. She headed to the bathroom for a shower, she came out, was about to toss her clothes into the washing machine when something eye-Byron’s suit jacket draped over the sofa. She picked it up. The frayed, had threads coming loose-it distinctly worn out. Maeve, primarily worked women’s fashion design, wasn’t in men’s clothing. She had never seen design like this before and guessed it must’ve simply worn out heavy use. Is wearing it because he a new one?’ wondered. Lost thought, she nearly when voice came behind her. “What’s this, Having a deep conversation with my jacket first thing in morning?” Maeve blushed and explained, “I just noticed how worn out jacket looks. It might be better if you wearing it. Maybe you should just toss it get new one?” Byron’s twitched slightly. Most of his were custom-made by top designers; he rarely bought anything the rack. And this jacket thought “worn out” was actually vintage-inspired piece from a renowned designer-entirely handmade. He was the first ever to wear it. And now she was telling ow it away “No need. go making decisions for me, Byron back, flatly dismissing suggestion. Maeve figured he must be to the jacket because he word it much, so she offered, “How about I wash for your “Hand wash it. think about tossing it the machine) After breakfast, Maeve and Byron work. had planned to another day off to to the hospital for check-up, but Piers wouldn’t approve any more time. Plus, there was a department tonight, so she had to until she resigned to get checked out. Because he was still pi***d at especially hard her today. He dumped a ton of busywork more than twice her usual load, and stuck her with that gone to the interns. She even got scolded in front of everyone for not coffee fast enough. By end of the day. Maeve was and mentally drained. After work, she caught a ride with a to the gathering spot-The Cloud Club. This place was of the most exclusive clubs in Kleymond, with sky-high requirements that weren’t for average Maeve was amazed her coworkers’ generosity but also felt was off. Before could out what, her colleagues behind her nudged into the private room. “We’re here, this is the place!” Maeve looked up and saw someone sitting on sofa who definitely shouldn’t have there. time no see, Maeve,” Jeff sat there, one crossed over the his cold and fixed on her. He sneered, “Tve missed you like crazy these past few days”