Page 75 of My Rockstar Ex's Broken Vows

"I honestly think it’s your best option. Pay him and move on."

"Agreed," I say, my voice quieter now. "I trust you most of anyone. Thank you, Bro, for being there for me and deciphering all of this. I really appreciate it."

I hang up and lean against the railing, staring down at the sidewalk like it’s going to give me answers. I’ve been chasingthis moment—this freedom—for so long, and now that it’s within reach.

There’s still a part of me that can’t stop thinking about what happens if Morrison doesn’t go quietly. What happens if this decision comes back to bite me—and the people around me?

I turn back toward the apartment, my jaw tight as I step inside. The warmth hits me like a wave, but it doesn’t touch the cold knot in my chest. Not yet.

I slip back inside, shutting the door quietly behind me, and the warmth of the apartment hits me like a wave. I set my phone on the counter, tapping my fingers against the edge as I glance toward her bedroom door. It’s still cracked open, just enough to make me wonder if she’s awake.

When I turn toward the living room, I freeze. She’s there, leaning casually against the doorframe, her white robe tied loosely at the waist. Her hair is still mussed from sleep, a few strands falling over her face, and there’s a soft, easy smile playing on her lips.

"Hey," she says, her voice light but warm.

I stare at her for a second, caught off guard by how effortlessly beautiful she looks. No makeup, no pretense—just Sienna, standing there like she’s been part of my mornings forever. The sight engulfs me and fills me with an emotion that’s hard to put into words.

"Hey," I say back, crossing the room toward her. "Good morning, beautiful. Everything okay?"

She shrugs, her smile widening slightly. "I should be asking you that. I heard you on the phone."

"It’s nothing," I say, waving it off as I stop in front of her. "Just work stuff. Nothing you need to worry about."

Her brow furrows slightly, but there’s no tension in her face, just quiet concern. "You sure?"

"Positive," I say, reaching out instinctively. My hands settle on her hips, pulling her gently toward me. She doesn’t resist, and when my arms wrap around her, she leans into me, her head resting against my chest.

For a moment, neither of us says anything. Her warmth seeps into me, grounding me in a way I need more than anything. I press a kiss to the top of her head, breathing in the faint scent of lavender and something softer, something uniquely her.

"You think we can make this work?" she murmurs, her voice muffled against me.

I pull back slightly, just enough to make eye contact with her. "Yeah. I do."

She studies me for a long moment, her hazel eyes searching mine. "You make it sound so simple."

"The best things in life. Speaking of," I murmur, my lips twitching into a small smile, "I ran into an old friend of ours earlier."

She tilts her head back slightly, giving me a curious look. "Oh?"

"Yeah," I say, my voice teasing now. "Callum, the shark."

It takes her a second, but when she gets it, her eyes widen, and then she bursts out laughing. "You found that?"

"Hard to miss," I say, grinning. "His wobbly little head’s still going strong. I can’t believe you kept him all these years."

She shrugs, but there’s a softness in her smile now. "He makes me laugh. And, you know, he reminds me of you."

I raise an eyebrow, pretending to be offended. "Nice to know you have a voodoo doll of me. Now I know why I've been having neck pain all these years."

"Gotta keep you in line," she says, laughing again. "That was a fun memory. We had fun together, didn't we?"

I nod, my grin fading into something quieter. "We did."

Her hand comes up, brushing against my jaw as her smile softens. "You’re still fun. Just a little less goofy now. Different."

"Good different?" I ask, my voice low.

Her eyes meet mine, steady and warm. "Definitely good."

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