The silence in the mansion was unbearable.

It wasn’t the kind of silence you usually enjoyed—the peaceful kind, the one that came with luxury and comfort. No, this was something else. It was the absence of something, of someone.

Of him.

Rafe had stormed out hours ago, slamming the door so hard the walls shook. You’d stood there, arms crossed, watching him go, too stubborn to call him back. The argument had been stupid, pointless, but neither of you wanted to be the first to back down.

Now, alone in your oversized bed, you stared at your phone, the text screen open.

You: Baby, can you call me back? I miss you. It’s so lonely in my mansion.

You hesitated for a second, then hit send. The moment the message delivered, you hated yourself for it. You could practically hear his cocky voice in your head, taunting you. Miss me already?

The phone stayed silent. No typing bubbles, no response.

You groaned, tossing it onto the bed beside you. Fine. If he wants to be stubborn, let him. You weren’t going to sit here feeling pathetic. You curled deeper into your blankets, telling yourself you didn’t care, that sleep would come easy without him.

And then—

A knock.

Not at the door.

At the window.

Your heart jumped into your throat as you sat up sharply, eyes darting toward the sound. The mansion was huge, but your bedroom was on the second floor. No one should be up here.

Unless—

You threw back the blankets and hurried to the window, breath catching as you pulled back the curtain.

There he was.

Rafe Cameron, standing on the narrow ledge outside, one hand pressed against the glass, the other gripping the frame like he belonged there. Like he had every right to be this close to you, after all the things he’d said. After all the things you had said.

You gaped at him. “Are you insane?”

He grinned, all sharp teeth and mischief. “Took you long enough.”