The night before Jullian left for Cyprus, the rain tapped against the windows of Grace’s family home as she sat in the living room.
Inside, warmth and soft golden light cocooned the quiet intimacy that had settled between them. Her head rested on his chest, legs tangled with his beneath the duvet.
“Remind me why you’re not taking me with you?” she murmured, tracing circles against his skin.
“Because you’ve got half of Cheshire’s taxes to balance,” he said, kissing the top of her head. “And someone needs to keep an eye on the empire from home base.”
Grace tilted her face up, catching his lips with hers. “I still think you just want an excuse to miss me.”
Jullian smirked. “I’m going to miss you like hell, cupcake. That’s why I plan to call every night before bed, no matter what.”
“You
