**GRACIE**
The house felt different when we got back.
It was brand new. Gabe had purchased it before the trip and we no longer lived in that small complex.
I mean not physically, since I had just recently seen it, it was still the same sprawling estate with its high walls and security cameras. But something had shifted. Maybe it was us. Maybe it was the ring on my finger that caught the light every time I moved my hand. Maybe it was the way Gabriel looked at me now, like I was the answer to every question he'd ever asked.
"Welcome home, Boss. Miss Gracie." Marco was waiting in the foyer, a rare smile on his usually stern face. "How was Italy?"
"Perfect," Gabriel said, his hand finding the small of my back. "Any problems while we were gone?"
"Nothing we couldn't handle. Vincent's got
