(William’s POV)
“You look a bit drained, son. Are you even sleeping well these days?” Harrison asked.
I exhaled slowly and loosened the button on my suede coat. “Very little sleep,” I admitted. “I had to leave Los Angeles before sunrise.”
He nodded and turned toward the tempered-glass doors leading out to the wide balcony. “Come. The lake view has a way of easing a tired body. Believe me.”
I followed him, my steps a little heavier than usual. The cold Canadian air met me with sharp, gloved fingers as we stepped onto the balcony, but it did little to calm the anxiety that always creeps in whenever we’re about to have family moments such as this one.
The truth was, I hadn’t just flown in and walked straight into the comfort of this mansion. After landing earlier that morning, I’d had to
