The next day, at noon.
Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, flooding the room.
The already bright space seemed bathed in a golden halo, radiating an indescribable warmth and serenity.
Camilla stood barefoot on the sunlit wooden floor, admiring the distant forest and lake.
The breeze carried the crisp, fresh scent of nature, and she found herself relaxing completely.
How perfect.
No wonder young people these days dream of quitting their jobs and escaping to picturesque hideaways.
"You like it that much?"
A deep, doting voice murmured by her ear as Camilla found herself swept into a man's arms in a princess carry.
"Couldn't even bother with shoes?"
Sinclair set her down on the sofa, then knelt before her.
His slender, pale fingers carefully slipped the prepared shoes onto her feet.
Camilla gazed at the tender, focused man before her, warmth blooming in her chest until it reached her eyes, her lips curving into an irrepressible smile.
