The black town car pulled into the Hale driveway just as the sun began its slow descent, casting long shadows across the walkway and bathing the house in a soft, golden glow. Isabelle stared out the window, taking in the familiar porch swing swaying gently in the breeze, the row of flowerpots Amelia had proudly claimed as her own, and the welcome mat that always ended up crooked no matter how many times they straightened it.
Home.
The resort had been beautiful. Dreamy, even. But this was real. This was theirs.
Sebastian stepped out first, rolling his sleeves to his elbows and stretching like he hadn’t moved in hours. He circled the car to help Isabelle out, his hand slipping naturally into hers as she stepped down. His fingers laced with hers without a second thought—like the two days a
