LOGINThe letter stayed in the outside pocket of Isla's bag the entire flight, and neither of them touched it.Zachary didn't ask. She didn't offer. It sat there between them, unopened, not heavy exactly, just waiting, the way some things wait until they're ready.Somewhere over the ocean she fell asleep against his shoulder, and he stayed still for three hours so he wouldn't wake her.Ireland met them with rain and sun at the same time, both of it coming down together in a way that seemed physically impossible.Zachary looked up at the sky as they crossed the tarmac."Does it always—""Yes," Isla said. "Always."Her mother was at the door before the car had fully stopped, already moving down the steps, and she pulled Isla into a hug that lasted long enough that Isla laughed into her shoulder and said, "Mam, I saw you on video call four days ago.""That's not the same thing at all," her mother said, and finally let her go, only to turn immediately to Zachary and hug him too, longer than she
He didn't answer her that night.Not because he didn't know. Some answers deserved daylight, not the middle of the dark with her half-asleep against his shoulder.In the morning she was at the counter in his shirt, coffee in hand, hair still messy from sleep, and he came in and poured his own cup and stood across from her."Yes," he said.She looked up. "Yes to what.""To what you said last night. The baby. The life that has more in it than surviving. Building something that stays." He said it simply, no hedge in it. "Yes."She studied him over the rim of her mug. "Just yes?""Just yes."She nodded slowly, like she was letting it settle somewhere permanent, and turned back to her coffee.He opened his laptop and started reading through the overnight emails, and that was it. The whole conversation over in two minutes.It meant everything.Two weeks out, the apartment started filling up with the small chaos of a wedding that was suddenly, actually close.Isla's mother called every day n
Isla sat down right where she was.The coffee shop kept going around her, the espresso machine hissing, someone laughing near the counter, and none of it touched her, not for a second."What does full mean," she said. Her voice came out careful, like she was handling something that might break if she wasn't gentle with it."It means the cellular markers they've been tracking," Zachary said, "the progression indicators. They're all within normal range. She said she'd want to monitor it for another six months before she'd use the word definitively, but—""But," Isla repeated."But she used the word full."Isla pressed her hand over her mouth. Her eyes went hot and she didn't try to stop it."Where are you," she said, when she trusted her voice again."My office.""Stay there." She was already on her feet, phone wedged against her shoulder, gathering her bag and her laptop with hands that weren't quite steady. "Don't move.""I wasn't planning to.""I mean it, Zachary. Don't move."She wa
Isla put her fork down and looked at him across the table."I'm taking it," she said. "Dublin. I called them back today."Zachary set his glass down slowly. "You said yes.""I said yes.""When do you start.""Officially, after the wedding. But they want preliminary drawings within the first month, so realistically, I start thinking about it the second we're back from Ireland."He nodded, watching her, something steady and pleased sitting behind his eyes."So we're doing this," she said. "New York and Dublin. Splitting it.""I've been thinking about it longer than you probably realize.""How much longer.""Since before you told me about the commission." He turned his glass slightly on the table, not quite looking at her. "Reid's been restructuring things at Cole Global for months. Less of me in the building day to day. It started because the doctors required it. It's turned into something I actually want.""You want to work less.""I want a life that isn't built entirely around the com
The inside of the shop was quieter than Zachary expected, all clean lines and soft lighting, nothing like the noisy, crowded place he'd pictured.A woman with sleeves of ink down both arms looked up from behind the counter."You must be the wedding party," she said. "Caden called ahead.""I did," Caden said, entirely too pleased with himself. "I like to prepare people.""For what," Zachary said."For you," Caden said. "You have a very specific energy. She needed to know what she was working with."The artist looked between them, clearly recalibrating something."Okay," she said slowly. "Who's up first?""Him," Caden said, pointing at Zachary. "Before he changes his mind.""I haven't agreed to anything yet.""You agreed outside. I have witnesses." Caden gestured at Reid and Sloane, who had followed them in and taken up positions against the wall like men attending a trial rather than a bachelor party."I witnessed nothing," Reid said. "I was drinking.""You were listening.""I was also
The whiskey room was small, dim, and smelled like leather and old wood, four glasses already poured and waiting on the table when they walked in."Okay," Zachary said, looking around. "This is not what I agreed to.""You agreed to a bachelor party," Caden said, dropping into the chair at the head of the table like he owned the place. "You didn't specify parameters on the venue.""I specified nothing embarrassing.""This is the opposite of embarrassing. This is tasteful. Sit down."Reid was already pulling out a chair, and Sloane took the one across from him, quiet as always, but there was something looser in his shoulders that hadn't been there in years."Nobody's going to recognize you here," Caden said, sliding a glass toward Zachary. "That's the whole point. This place doesn't do business crowds. It does people who actually care about whiskey."Zachary picked up the glass, turned it slightly under the light."How long have you had this booked?""Six weeks.""Six weeks.""I asked yo
Isla was on her knees on the fourteenth floor, unpacking the last crate of framed prints, when her phone rang.She almost didn't answer. Her hands were full and her hair was in her face and she had seventeen things left to do before the afternoon walkthrough with the building's events coordinator.
Odette didn't announce it. She texted Isla at six in the morning London time, which meant it was one in the morning in New York, which meant she'd been awake thinking about it long enough to make a decision. "I'm coming. Don't argue." Isla read it in the hotel bathroom while Zachary was still s
Reid told her in the corridor outside the office while Zachary was still standing at the window inside with the file in his hand.He didn't give her details. He just said "He knew before Zachary did. Dorian knew he was sick before the diagnosis," and then he looked at her in the way that said the
The call came at 8:47 a.m. Zachary was already moving through the corridor of Cole Global's fortieth floor when he answered, phone pressed to his ear, free hand in his pocket. "Mr. Cole." His doctor's voice was carefully measured. "The final results are in. I'm afraid the progression is faster t







