Five Minutes

“Vivienne,” he repeated, walking toward them.

She stiffened, watching Tristan step toward them, the same familiar look in his eyes — the one she’d spent months trying to forget.

But before he could get too close, Maxine was already moving, stepping between them like a wall made of iron.

“Like hell you do,” Maxine snapped, squaring her shoulders, blocking his path without flinching.

Tristan raised