The afternoon heat in Amalfi was stifling, a heavy blanket of humidity that seemed to press the very air out of the lungs. Kai moved through the villa with a quiet, restless energy that he masked behind the guise of a thirsty husband. Following the breakfast conversation where Elea had dropped the bombshell of her supposed pregnancy, the atmosphere had shifted into something far more claustrophobic. Every smile felt like a calculated move, and every touch felt like a probe for information.
"I am going down to the cellar to find a light white wine for dinner, Darling," Kai said, pausing by the lounge where Elea was resting with a book.
Elea looked up, her expression serene, though her eyes were sharp. "That sounds lovely, Kai. Something crisp to cut through this heat."
Kai nodded and
