After a fourteen-hour transoceanic flight, Silas felt not the slightest trace of fatigue.
The private jet was piled high with gifts he had carefully prepared—
A box of crispy pineapple pastries, the very treat Vivian had been craving three years ago but never got to have; an all-diamond necklace he had spotted at a jewelry exhibition and instantly known would suit her collarbone; and a custom holster, its edges embroidered with her favorite motifs.
Whenever he saw anything that suited her, anything she might love, he would buy it without a second thought, eager to present it to her like a prized treasure and coax a smile from her lips.
His fingertips brushed gently over the pastry box. A faint, tender curve tugged at the corner of Silas's mouth.
He told himself that Vivian loved him s
