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No conditions. No mask.
Just Maddison. Red hair. Green eyes. And a heart that doesn’t scare easily.
I let out a breath and rested my forehead against hers.
For the first time in years, I believe someone might actually stay.
Chapter 31
The Sunrise
The ocean shimmered like a secret. Golden light kissed the waves, brushed palm trees, and spilled across the private runway like liquid fire. The island was too quiet.
Logan had always hated silence.
Silence meant thoughts. Thoughts meant ghosts.
But this morning, barefoot in the humid breeze, sweat clinging to his neck, he didn’t hate it as much.
His phone was in his hand before he could stop himself.
A photo.
Sunrise over the surf. Villa rooftops drowned in gold.
The whole place pretending at peace.
No filters.
No caption.
He hit send anyway.
[To: Penny ??]
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He stared at the screen, heart punching like he’d just put someone down. Waiting for regret. Waiting for the familiar what the fuck are you doing.
One minute.
Two.
Three.
Then
[From: Penny ??]
Is that a sunrise, Logan Creams?
Did the emotionally unavailable twin just send me a photo of the sky?
His mouth twitched. Almost a smile.
Another message blinked through.
[From: Penny ??]
