Chapter Sixty Two

LARA

I sat on Gavin’s couch, legs tucked under me, eyes drifting across his place. This apartment was huge. High ceilings, dark walls, soft lights in all the right corners. It looked expensive, but it wasn’t cold. Somehow it still felt lived-in.

The windows were floor to ceiling. Outside the city looked like a postcard, it was so shiny. Everything inside was modern—crisp lines, dark leather couche