Chapter 3Kyler
The next morning, Kyler untangled himself from his sleeping mate—the thought and how he’d come to accept it as a reality still made him twitch every time—and set off to find Arran.
The idea of maybe getting some closure by visiting the old place wasn’t new. He’d thought about it off and on for years. He’d just pushed it away in his mind because the property belonged to Arran. And he hated Arran. Or had. Because of misplaced f*****g trauma and anger. Ugh.
Since it was early, only Marek was up in the main house.
“Hey,” Marek whispered. “Coffee?”
“Please.” Kyler accepted a mug and went to sit at the table.
Marek continued to prep for breakfast. Hedy soon came downstairs to go for her morning jog.
“Wanna join me?” she asked as quietly as her husband had greeted Kyler.
He
