Jasper’s POV
I hadn’t slept properly since the day I boarded that plane to France.
That business trip was supposed to be simple. In and out. A few meetings, a wine distribution contract, dinner with investors. Nothing more. Nothing complicated.
And definitely nothing destructive.
But life had a way of making mockery of control.
I remember kissing Scarlett goodbye that the airport. Before that, she had still been asleep, curled up on her side, hair strewn across my pillow like a golden halo. The early sun was barely creeping through the blinds when I pressed my lips against her temple and whispered, “I’ll be back before you even miss me.”
I was lying.
I already knew the meetings would run late, already knew Cassie was going to be there.
My client had warned me. The French distributo
