Hector stared at the message that still sat unread, his brows drawing tighter with every passing second.
"What are you looking at?" Bianca leaned in, trying to peek at his phone.
He snapped the screen off in one quick motion and slipped the device into his pocket. Pulling her close with a gentle tug, he murmured softly, "Nothing important. The plane's about to take off. Let's get on board."
Before she could say another word, he took her hand and led her up the stairs.
Over the next few days, Hector showed Bianca the breathtaking Northern Lights, then took her skiing through dazzling snow-covered landscapes. She glowed with happiness in his constant company.
On the sixth day, they finally flew home. The moment they landed, Hector arranged for someone to drive Bianca back to her house w
