Chapter 16

A month later, Kayla's independent interior design studio officially opened for business. Thanks to her solid reputation, clients started rolling in from day one. The non-stop work helped blur the edges of her heartbreak. But until she was officially divorced, true freedom still eluded her. That afternoon, a young man walked into her studio. He stood over six feet tall, with sharp features, neatly cropped hair, and a black windbreaker that somehow made him look even better. It was said black windbreakers were like a cheat code for men—and on a guy this good-looking, it was straight-up eye candy. The new receptionist couldn't stop staring, and neither could Kayla. But Kayla wasn't staring because she was lovestruck—she just had this nagging feeling that she'd seen him somewhere before, though she couldn't place where. "Are you Ms. Kayla George?" the man asked. "Oh! Yes, that's me." Upon realizing she'd been caught looking, Kayla gave an awkward smile and nodded. "Becky, can you