Jake gently tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, his touch lingering. "So what happens now? Do we scandalise both our families by dating publicly? Do I become the kept man of a billionaire violinist?"
Amity laughed, the sound carrying across the water. "I was thinking we might start with dinner tonight. See if we can survive a meal with your parents without an international incident."
"And after that?"
"After that," she said, leaning into him, "we write our own music."
When his lips met hers, Jake felt something settle inside him, a certainty he'd never experienced before. Whatever came next, whatever challenges their families presented, they would face them together, on their own terms.
The Crystal Voice case gleamed in the sunlight between them, a symbol of everything Amity had b
