Michell pov. The next morning, I was at my desk, skimming through reports when my phone buzzed. I ignored it at first, but it vibrated again—insistent. I sighed, reaching for it, and when I saw the name flashing on the screen, my brows lifted in surprise. Ethan Brooks. I answered immediately. “What's up, mate?” A deep chuckle came through the line. “Guess who’s back?” We had spoken just last night. Not once did he mention he was flying back. “You’re kidding me.” Miss me already?" “You were in another country eight hours ago,” I said, leaning back in my chair. “What the hell?” “Change of plans. Got in late last night.” “And you didn’t think to mention that?” “Figured I’d surprise you.” His tone was light, but I knew him well enough to sense something else beneath it. Still, I wasn’t about to dig into it over the phone. “You’re an asshole,” I muttered, but I was already reaching for my keys. He laughed. “I take it you wanna see me, then?” “Shut up.” “Great. Meet m
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