LOGIN(Nate’s POV)I couldn’t sleep. Two in the morning and the ceiling had nothing left to show me.I walked the castle aimlessly with my hands in my pockets, barefoot on cold stone. Down one corridor and up another and through the library and past the sitting room until I found the west terrace.She was already there.She was in a silk robe of dark green that made her look even paler than usual, her hair loose down her back. She was leaning against the railing with her face tipped up to the sky, and I could see the moonlight on her throat and her collarbone and the line of her jaw.I should have left. She hadn’t seen me. I could turn around and she’d never know.I didn’t leave.“Can’t sleep?” I said from the doorway.She didn’t startle. She didn’t even turn her head.“Can’t sleep,” she confirmed.I came to the railing three feet away. Safe distance. Except the night was warm and the quiet was enormous and there was no one watching, and we were both too tired to put the masks back on.“I w
(Sabrina’s POV)The group drifted back upstairs twenty minutes ago and I stayed because the cellar was cool and quiet and nobody down here was going to ask me to hold a champagne flute I couldn’t drink from.I ran my fingers along the bottles on the nearest rack, reading labels I couldn’t pronounce, breathing in the smell of damp stone settle. Luna would love it down here, but Felix wouldn’t let her out of sight.“You’re not drinking.”I turned so fast my elbow caught a bottle and I had to grab it before it rolled off the rack.Nate was leaning against the archway. His tie was loosened and his sleeves were pushed up past his forearms. He looked tired and real and I hated that he looked better when he wasn’t trying.“I’m not in the mood,” I said flatly.“You haven’t been in the mood all week, Sabrina.” He pushed off the archway and walked toward me, closing the distance. “The prosecco toast. The cocktails. The champagne on the boat. You haven’t had a single drink since you got here.”M
(Nate’s POV)“Nate. Get up. We’re doing the river thing. I told Juliet we’d be there!”Alexis threw my shirt at the bed and stood over me with her hands on her hips. Her straw hat was already on, her white dress already perfect.“I don’t want to go on a boat, Alexis.”“I don’t care what you want. You’ve been moping for two days and I’m done watching it.” She pulled the covers off me in one sharp yank. “Get dressed. Smile. Act like a CEO.”I got dressed.Forty minutes later I was at the stern of a restored wooden river boat with a canvas canopy and champagne sweating in a silver bucket at my elbow, staring at the brown-green water sliding past and wishing I were anywhere else on the planet.Sabrina was on the upper deck in a yellow sundress with thin straps that left her shoulders bare.She was leaning against the railing beside Felix and two of the bride’s cousins, and the hem of her dress lifted every time the wind gusted and pressed against her thighs. I kept my eyes fixed on her th
(Nate’s POV)I didn’t have brothers. I didn’t have a Luca. I didn’t have five men who’d cross oceans and crash parties and loom by swimming pools to make sure nobody touched me wrong.I had Alexis. So I used her.Evening cocktails on the castle lawn, the sky going pink over the valley, fairy lights strung through the plane trees overhead. I put my arm around Alexis and I performed.She was in a red dress that clung to her belly and fell to her ankles, her blonde hair blown out in soft waves, gold earrings catching every eye.She looked incredible. She always looked incredible. That was never the problem.I whispered in her ear—nothing, small nothings, you look good tonight—but from across the lawn it would look intimate.When the waiter came around with rosé I waved him off.“She’s pregnant,” I said. “Just water.”Alexis’s lips parted. She looked up at me and her whole face softened, and she pressed closer against my side and kissed the underside of my jaw.“You’re being so sweet toni
(Sabrina’s POV)Pool day, and my brothers were running a military operation disguised as leisure.I was stretched out on a lounger in a black one-piece, the bump just visible enough under the fabric that you’d only notice if you already knew.Luna was curled against my hip, smuggled poolside in Felix’s beach bag, purring so loudly the woman on the next lounger kept looking around for the source.Luca was beside me, reading an architecture journal with one hand while the other rested on the arm of his chair, his swim trunks sitting low, his chest still damp from an earlier lap. A bead of water was tracking slowly down the line of his jaw, and I followed it all the way to his collarbone before I caught myself and looked at the pool instead.“You’re staring,” he said without glancing up.“I am absolutely not,” I lied.“You are.” He turned a page and the corner of his mouth pulled up. “I don’t mind.”I took a long sip of my virgin mojito to hide whatever my face was doing.Felix had been
(Sabrina’s POV)The south terrace took my breath away and then Nate Cooper sat down six chairs from me and took whatever was left.The valley fell away below us into vineyards that went purple at the edges where the sun was setting, and the whole thing looked like something out of a film.I should have been enjoying the view.I was counting chairs instead.Luca pulled mine out for me, his blazer sleeve brushing my bare shoulder as he leaned past.“You look beautiful tonight,” he murmured as he sat down beside me.“You’ve said that three times,” I told him.“I’ll say it a fourth.” His knee pressed against mine under the tablecloth and he left it there. “You look beautiful tonight.”“You’re ridiculous,” I said, but I leaned into the warm pressure of his thumb when it found my shoulder blade through the silk of my dress.Felix dropped into the seat beside Nate with so much enthusiasm he knocked a bread roll onto the floor. He scooped it up, dusted it off, and extended his hand across the
(Nate’s POV)Reed came into my study and stopped at the desk.I had been staring at the photograph of Eric Atwood’s hand on my wife’s elbow for the better part of an hour. I did not look up when Reed came in.“What.”“Sir. I have a location.”The pen I’d been holding stopped moving.“You—”“Three h
(Nate’s POV)I did not recognize my own house.There was music coming from the morning room. Two women I had never seen were on the back patio with their feet up on my furniture. A florist’s arrangement the size of a small dog was on the foyer table. The card was signed by a name I did not know.Al
(Sabrina’s POV)Charlie made a sound at the back of his throat that was not a word. He turned away from the table, walking the length of the room, and pressed the heels of both hands into his eyes.Tyler had not moved. His pen was on the table beside his coffee cup. He looked at the pen for a long
(Sabrina’s POV)The room was silent since I had said that name.Eric had not moved since I said it. Aunt Nancy’s hand had gone tighter around mine, but her eyes were on Eric, and Eric’s eyes were on the carpet at the foot of the bed.“Alexis Atwood,” I rasped again, my throat scraping on the second







