They were supposed to leave for their honeymoon today—to somewhere far, breathtaking, untouched by the chaos of the world. Somewhere made for dreams. But Lucas chose something else. Something safer. The hotel where they held their wedding reception, where he introduced Haisley to his world of business and masks.
He was afraid. Afraid of what the world might take if he wandered too far. Afraid that the dream that had clung to him like a shadow during his coma would find a way to become real.
Haisley, as always, didn't question it. She never asked for luxury, for grand views or perfect plans. To her, his presence was the destination. Wherever he was, that was enough.
