The sun had barely begun its slow ascent over the city when Ethan checked the time.
[7:30 AM.]
He exhaled through his nose, pocketing his phone after sending a quick message to Zack.
[Ethan|: Not coming to the resort today. Handle things on your end.]
Zack's reply was almost immediate.
[Figured. Don't let me catch you slacking, boss.]
Ethan smirked at that but didn't bother responding.
Zack was sharp — he probably suspected that Ethan's change of plans had something to do with a new idea. But, to his credit, he didn't pry.
He leaned back against the kitchen counter, watching as Lila rinsed out her cup in the sink.
The apartment was still filled with the lingering scent of breakfast, warm and familiar. He'd spent the night here.
Not something he had originally planned.