When Her Death Couldn't Break Him (Cecilia and Nathaniel) novel Chapter 2061

Her reflexes yanked her hand free. Under the bedside glow, her eyes darted everywhere but his face, as if the air itself had grown too tight to breathe.

"I... I'd rather wait until after the wedding. It just feels right that way."

Seeing her fear, Yannick eased back, palms lifting in surrender. "All right, whatever you say. You must be tired. Get some sleep—I'll finish the bed myself."

She shook her head once, tucked the corners with meticulous care, then slipped out, soft footsteps swallowed by the hallway.

Yannick sprawled across the mattress afterward, staring at the ceiling as if it hid answers. He turned left, right, left again—sleep refused to come.

His phone lit up. On the screen blinked Calvin's text: "Why aren't you picking up?"

During dinner he'd been laughing with Jocelyn, phone muted, time erased. He'd never noticed Calvin's calls.

He thumbed redial without thinking, pulse thudding in the hush.

"Hey, Calvin, what's up?"

"Took you long enough," Calvin said, worry outweighing annoyance.

"Just got in. Phone was across the room—didn't hear a thing."

Calvin exhaled, tension bleeding out through the speaker.

"We owe you for what you did with Sven. Anything you ever need, the Lindbergs will see it done."

"Come on, you and I don't keep score."

On paper, Sven was the bodyguard Calvin introduced to Cecilia. In truth, the three men were friends who'd bled together more than once.

"Mm." Calvin sounded ready to end the call.

Yannick couldn't help asking, "Hey—will you ever come back to Tudela?"

Silence stretched, thick as smoke, before Calvin finally spoke.

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