For a split second, Zane wasn't sure he was seeing correctly. The reality of the scene was made infinitely worse—or was it better?—by the fact that the two occupants of the room seemed lost in a bubble of their own.
They were so deeply invested in one another that they didn't even notice him. Not at first.
In the master suite, a space so large it could have easily been partitioned into two separate rooms, Olive was standing by the floor-to-ceiling window.
She was draped in a silky, light pink nightgown that skimmed her thighs, revealing everything and nothing all at once.
Her gaze was fixed on the private garden below, the reason for her choosing this room—because it allowed her to breathe in the scent of damp earth and solitude, far removed from the mechanical thrum of cars and the relentless bustle of the city.
Beside her, less than a foot away, stood Noah.
