The flight back to Scotland felt different for Julian this time. Though his body was still racked with immense exhaustion, he carried a flicker of peace from Green Garden. The scent of Scarlett's perfume seemed to linger on his collar, and the warmth of their final embrace served as the only fuel allowing him to step off the private jet at Inverness Airport.
However, that tranquility lasted only until his feet hit the tarmac. Laura was already waiting by the car, her face not just pale, but looking like someone who had just witnessed a minor apocalypse.
"Julian, don't turn on your phone," Laura said bluntly as he approached.
Julian frowned, his pace faltering. "What now? I'm back in time for this afternoon's shoot, aren't I?"
