I was woken by the sound of birds chirping in the crisp Highland air. Thin rays of sunlight seeped through the edges of the curtains, and for a moment, I was thankful I had chosen dark, light-absorbent fabric for the bedroom. It kept the world out just a little longer.
I turned on my side and gazed up at Eric’s sleeping face. In sleep, the hard lines of his jaw softened. He looked so innocent, filled with so much life, a complete contrast to the ruthless businessman the world saw. I couldn't imagine how I had hit the jackpot with him. Just a few acts of recklessness had landed me here—as his wife, the woman who owned his heart. One thing I was sure of: I loved him with every fiber of my being, and I knew he felt the same way about me.
"You know, if you take a picture, it will last longer
