On the other side of the city, Eloise was sprawled across the living room couch, a tub of ice cream in her lap and a blanket wrapped around her waist. The TV murmured quietly in the background, pretending to be a distraction, but her mind was stuck on repeat.

"Let's keep things professional."

"What happened should be forgotten."

She huffed, stabbing the ice cream with her spoon as if it were his face.

"Coward," she muttered.

The memory of his hand on her waist. His body pressed against