The sight of her like that lit a different kind of fire in me. One that wasn’t just about lust—it was about love, pride, connection.
I threw on my trousers and vest, and we left the tent hand-in-hand, walking through the soft morning light like we belonged in it.
Back at the chalet, while she disappeared into the bathroom, I stepped aside and called Austin.
He answered on the third ring.
“Austin.”
“Good morning, sir,” he said, voice alert but warm.
“We’re coming back today. Mara and I will now be sharing a bed,” I said simply. “Make the necessary changes to the bedroom before we arrive.”
There was a pause, then a smile in his voice. “Yes, sir.”
I knew he was rooting for us. So many people were, quietly.
I ended the call and went to join Mara in the shower.
She turned under the sp
