|Katherine|
I broke the surface after another set of laps, the sea air cool against my flushed skin. With both hands, I wiped the saltwater from my face, then slicked my damp hair back, pushing it away from my eyes. For a moment, I simply stood there, letting the waves cradle me. But inevitably, my gaze shifted toward the villa perched on the shore.
And there he was, my busy husband.
Seated on the sofa, posture straight, expression unreadable even from a distance. A familiar sight, really. And guess what was he doing?
Working. Of course.
Technically, he was just facing his macbook. But come on—reports meant work. And work, for Javier, wasn’t just an occupation. It was oxygen.
I felt irritation prick at me, sharp and uninvited, as though I were the one being smothered by his endless r
