HannahZoe’s house was a mess.I couldn’t believe my eyes as I stepped into the living room. What was clearly meant to be a sleek, modern living room was instead covered in unfolded laundry, dirty dishes, and used takeout containers. The surfaces were cluttered with books, mail, and other random jun

“This casserole is delicious,” Zoe said around a mouthful of pasta, waving her fork around. “You made this, Hannah?”I nodded, although I hadn’t done much more than poke at my own food. “I did.”“Ah. Well, you’re a good cook.”Noah snorted. “It still shocks—” he began, but suddenly stopped, noticing

HannahThe sound of Noah’s voice made me stand so abruptly that I whacked my head on the sofa. Reeling, I clutched the side of my head and began to careen backwards, my other hand windmilling in search of something to grab onto.“Easy, there.”I felt two strong, warm arms wrap around me from behind,

HannahI stood there frozen, my heart sinking as Noah shook his head at me in confusion. He blinked at me, pursing his lips; this was no prank or cruel joke. He genuinely didn’t remember—just as he hadn’t remembered our meeting date.“You don’t… You don’t remember?” I all but whispered, trying and f

Hannah The kids all looked up in unison at the sound of the voice. One little boy gasped: “Alpha Drake!” Indeed, there he was: Drake, in all his glory, standing against a nearby wall with his hands in his pockets. He had a grin on his face as he pushed away from the wall and approached. “Hanna