Neither of us spoke on the drive home.
The message stayed open on my phone.
Enjoy dinner while you can. It will be your last peaceful night as Mrs. Kingston.
Lucien read it once.
Then calmly took my phone.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m keeping this.”
“It’s my phone.”
“I know.”
“You can’t just—”
“I bought you a new one.”
I blinked.
“What?”
“It’s waiting at the house.”
I stared at him.
“Do you always solve problems by buying things?”
“No.”
He looked out the window.
“I solve problems by removing risks.”
His answer irritated me.
“I’m not one of your business problems.”
His eyes met mine.
“I know.”
“Then stop treating me like one.”
For the first time since we’d met…
Lucien looked like he wanted to say something.
Instead, he nodded.
“You’re right.”
The admission caught m
