Christmas Day
The morning of December 25th unfolded in a haze of contented intimacy. Amara woke cocooned in Jay’s arms, the light filtering into the Master Suite soft and golden. The room was silent save for the distant sound of Melita stirring and the comforting crackle of the fireplace. Today was Christmas, and for the first time in years, Amara felt utterly free of the cynical dread that usually accompanied the holiday.
“Good morning, Counselor,” Jay murmured into her hair, tightening his hold.
Amara twisted to look at him, her eyes shining with a peace she hadn’t known existed. “Good morning, Jay. Merry Christmas.”
“It is now,” he said, kissing her slowly. “No pressure, no storm, just you. This is exactly where you belong.”
She accepted the illusion. Her choice—the passionate surr
