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Jeremiah chuckled softly as he walked out of the study, shaking his head at his grandfather’s persistence. It was clear that Jase was both thrilled and nervous about the idea of great-grandchildren. As much as Jase might act tough and in control, there was still that soft spot for family—something Jeremiah was coming to understand more and more as the years passed.
As he made his way down the grand hallway of the Chavez estate, Jeremiah couldn’t help but smile at the thought of his grandfather. Jase was relentless, but there was love behind all the teasing, and that was something Jeremiah had always appreciated. He wasn’t sure about the whole “bring her over” part—Yvette had a life of her own, and there was still a lot to figure out between them. But it was good to know that Jase was rooting for him. That was rare, and valuable, in its own way.
The quiet of the estate wrapped around him as he made his way toward his room. But his thoughts, once again, drifted back to Yvette. Their conversations, the moments they shared, they lingered in his mind. It was strange—he’d been with so many women, but none of them had left an imprint like she had. And yet, he wasn’t ready to jump into anything, especially not after the confusing emotions that had come with his last relationship. Yvette was different, and in his gut, he knew that rushing anything with her would be a mistake.
He reached his room and sat down on the edge of his bed, the weight of his responsibilities settling back on his shoulders. The situation with Ybaulla was still pressing, and he couldn’t afford to be distracted. But that didn’t stop him from thinking about her—thinking about how she seemed to play this game of hers with perfect control, yet there was something raw and unspoken in her eyes that intrigued him.
His phone buzzed, snapping him out of his thoughts. It was a message from his military contact about the upcoming security plans for the Ybaulla visit. His expression hardened as he read through the details. This was going to be more complicated than he thought. But as he made plans in his head, he couldn’t push the thought of Yvette away entirely.
Focus, Jeremiah, he reminded himself. There’s work to be done first.
He stood up, grabbed his uniform jacket, and slid his arms through the sleeves. His reflection in the mirror stared back at him—calm, controlled, and ready for whatever came next. The Chavez family legacy was on his shoulders, and while he had his personal matters to deal with, duty came first. Always.
As he walked out of the room, he took one last look at his phone, wondering what Yvette might be doing right now. She had a way of slipping into his thoughts when he least expected it. Maybe that was the real test—how easily she could invade his mind, without even trying.
Back in Mysonna, Yvette sat at her desk, flipping through the documents spread before her. The work was endless, but she had grown used to the rhythm. The studio, the exhibitions, the buyers—everything in her world moved with a kind of mechanical precision. Yet, there were moments, like now, when her mind wandered.
She thought about the conversation with Jeremiah earlier. The way he spoke to her, the little smile in his voice that had made her heart beat a little faster. She wasn’t used to that feeling—not from someone like him. But something told her that she wasn’t entirely immune to him either.
Her phone buzzed again, and she glanced at the screen. It was a text from Sienna: “You didn’t tell me what happened last night. Did you trick Frankie again?”
Yvette couldn’t help but smile at the message. She hadn’t exactly “tricked” Frankie; she had just played him at his own game. But it was a nice distraction from the thoughts swirling in her head about Jeremiah.
“Let’s just say Frankie learned a lesson in who not to mess with,” she texted back, a playful tone in her response.
But as soon as she hit send, her mind drifted back to Jeremiah. She hadn’t expected their brief conversation to affect her as much as it had. There was a part of her that wanted to call him, to hear his voice again, but she quickly dismissed the thought. She wasn’t about to jump into anything, not when the stakes were so high for both of them.
A knock on the door pulled her out of her thoughts. Sienna entered, looking curious.
“So, what’s going on with you and Mr. Mysterious? You’re not still playing the ‘I’m not interested’ card, are you?” Sienna teased, leaning against the doorframe.
Yvette chuckled, shaking her head. “I don’t know. It’s complicated.”
Sienna raised an eyebrow. “Complicated is just another word for ‘we’re both pretending we don’t like each other.’”
Yvette rolled her eyes, but she couldn’t help but laugh. “It’s not like that.”
“Sure it’s not,” Sienna smirked, pushing off the doorframe. “But whatever it is, you deserve someone who makes you feel like you’re the only person in the room. Don’t settle for anything less.”
Yvette looked up at her, her expression softening. “Maybe I’m just not ready for any of that yet.”
Sienna didn’t push further, but the look she gave Yvette spoke volumes. She was right about one thing—whatever happened with Jeremiah, Yvette couldn’t ignore the way he made her feel.
She had to admit, just like Jeremiah, there was something about him that she couldn’t quite shake.
And maybe that was the real challenge: trying to figure out just how far they were both willing to go.
