LOGINLAURA “Really?!” His eyes widened. “You mean it? That means Mummy and Daddy will be married again, and we can be like a real family!” He hopped up and down excitedly, and I couldn’t help but giggle. We’d always been a family, but in his little mind, he was right. I looked down at the ring, the warmth in my chest growing with every passing second. We were actually going to be a real family. “Congratulations, Mama!” he said. I leaned down and kissed his forehead before he darted straight into Xavier’s waiting arms. Xavier lifted him up effortlessly and pulled him into a big hug. “Does Gerald get to come to the wedding?” Alec asked seriously. I could see just how hard Xavier was trying not to smile. “Gerald will definitely be the guest of honour,” he replied. “He’s more family than everyone else here.” Alec seemed to consider that for a moment before breaking into a satisfied smile. Xavier set him back on his feet. Then Alec turned toward the water and announced, “Okay. I’m g
XAVIER Six months later. The apartment—our apartment now, the one Laura and I had found together on the eastern side of the island, bigger than her old house, close enough to Alec’s school that he could theoretically walk there when he was older—smelled like coffee and whatever Laura had been baking since six in the morning. I came downstairs to find the kitchen occupied. Alec was on the counter in his pajamas, which was technically not allowed and which both of us enforced inconsistently. He was helping Laura measure something and providing a running critical commentary on her technique. Gerald was positioned on the windowsill overseeing operations and once out for my own year Pierre the elephant was somewhere nearby. Laura had flour on her cheek and she hadn’t noticed. How that made her incredibly cuter than she already was was a mystery to me. I leaned in the doorway and watched them for a moment before either of them saw me—this specific, unrepeatable image of a Saturday mo
LAURA The windows were large and clean, tilted to catch the southern light in a way that felt deliberate. There was a small garden to one side, planted with low Mediterranean shrubs that were already established, which meant someone had been tending them for months in anticipation of this day. A low wooden bench near the entrance, the kind that said you can sit here while you wait and it won’t be terrible. A ramp alongside the three shallow steps, smooth and wide, designed by someone who had thought about every person who would ever need to use it. “Can I go in?” I asked. “It’s all yours,” he said. “You can do whatever you want with it.” I walked up the three steps and pushed open the door. I still couldn’t believe it. Was I maybe dreaming? Inside was everything I had ever described, in all the conversations across all the years, in the half-articulated way you describe something you’ve stopped fully believing you’ll have. An actual reception area with natural light and eno
LAURA A whole two months had passed, and I couldn’t pretend they hadn’t been the best two months of my entire life. Between the heartfelt confessions of love, heated make-outs, countless moments of laughter, and the beautiful memories we’d created together that had slowly covered up all the hurt and pain, Xavier simply couldn’t help it anymore. He’d decided to oversee the company from here, and Donelly was surprisingly on board with it too. As he put it, he was a family man, and besides, all of his most trusted people were closely overseeing the company in his stead. Elena, Marcus, and Lucas had stepped in, with Lucas acting as CEO. So far, he was doing pretty well. Xavier was still showing him the ropes, but for now he remained very much involved—even if that meant a billion phone calls and FaceTimes every single day. We’d even talked about moving back to Los Angeles, but I’d suggested waiting until Alec was a little older so he could adjust to the culture shock more easily. B
LAURA In the afternoon, Alec fell asleep on the couch in the way that only toddlers do—completely, mid-sentence, Gerald clutched to his chest. Xavier and I looked at each other across from him and by some unspoken agreement moved to the kitchen so we could talk without waking him up. I made tea. And Xavier leaned against the counter and watched me do it. There was a version of this—of him in my kitchen, leaning against my counter while I made tea—that I had not let myself picture in three years. Not because I’d thought it was impossible but because picturing it had felt like a kind of dangerous indulgence, the kind that made ordinary life feel insufficient by comparison. But here it was. Here he was. And the strange thing was how natural it felt. Not like stepping back into something old but like arriving somewhere new that happened to have a familiar shape. “I’ve been thinking about the structure,” he said. “Of what?” “Of how this works. Practically.” He crossed his arms l
LAURA I didn’t pull my hand away. That was the thing I kept coming back to, in the hours after Xavier had gone back to his hotel and the house had settled into its nighttime quiet. I sat in bed with the lamp on and the sound of the sea coming through the window I’d left cracked open, and I thought about the simple fact of my hand in his and how I hadn’t pulled it away. The thought hadn’t even occurred to me. Not after a minute. Not after five. We’d sat like that until the wine was finished and the chill of the water had made us move inside, and even then the ending of it had been gradual—not a withdrawal but just the natural conclusion of needing two hands to carry our glasses. I hadn’t pulled away. That was new. That was the difference between now and all the times before, when every softening had been immediately followed by my own self-protective retreat. When I’d let myself feel something and then spent the next forty-eight hours talking myself back from the ledge of it. I
XAVIER “Boss, boss, boss!” I could hear Marcus’s voice through my haze of sleep and I was already annoyed. I forced my eyes open, the bright lights of the infirmary stabbing into my skull. My head was still pounding, my body felt like it had been run over by a truck, and the last thing I needed w
LAURAI looked out of the window at the passing buildings as we drove at high speed. The car was relatively silent despite there being four people in it.The driver, Juniper at the front seat, and of course my lovely soon-to-be husband right next to me. The silence was suffocating.It wasn’t helpi
LAURA My eyes shot open and I jerked upright, panic flooding through my system.Where was I? Had Alexei caught me? Was I back in that warehouse?My hands flew up to my mouth, my breathing coming in short, desperate gasps as I looked around wildly but soon, relief washed over me in tides.I recogni
LAURA My hands were slick with sweat on the steering wheel, the SUV swerving wildly across the highway as I fought to keep it under control.I’d barely driven anything in years, talk less of something this massive and powerful but desperation was sure one hell of a motivator, and right now it was







