The London wind cut a little sharper than the Amalfi breeze, but Grace barely noticed. Wrapped in Jullian’s coat, her oversized sunglasses perched on her nose, and her hand tightly clasped in his, she stepped off the plane smiling.
“You realise we just left paradise for spreadsheets?” she teased, lips curving as she looked up at him.
Jullian slung an arm around her shoulder. “Spreadsheets and private investigations. Don’t undersell the glamour.”
Their chauffeur was already waiting by the Bentley, loaded with lattes and a playlist Grace had curated before their honeymoon. As they slid into the back seat, the reality of their return began to hum beneath the surface, emails, board meetings, whispered deals, and unfolding mysteries. But right now, all Grace could do was sigh and rest her he
