CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
The honeymoon was going better than Niko had expected. His mornings consisted of work in an office he’d commandeered while Isabel slept in. He spent his days sightseeing with her, accompanied by security and staff that kept them from getting too close. And his nights...
A sense of contentment flowed through him.
Those were the best parts.
If Niko had his choice, he and Isabel would remain in the bedroom until it was time to go home. But as appealing as that option was, he needed Isabel to see where her family was from, and they needed to be seen by the people who lived in the northern part of Vernonia. Besides, he could not allow himself to fall for his beautiful wife.
That would be a...mistake.
“Good morning.” She descended the stairs. Her faded jeans fit like a sec
