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Chapter 23

Author: Tory
last update Last Updated: 2025-09-29 16:36:57

The morning air smelled of jet fuel and crisp dew. The sky was pale blue, brushed with streaks of gold as the sun climbed higher. I stood at the edge of the tarmac, my hand looped through Scott’s arm, as the white jet waited for him with its engines humming softly.

His driver had already unloaded his bags. Two men in black uniforms wheeled them toward the plane, their movements almost like it was practiced. Everything about Scott’s life was efficient and unstoppable. Even I sometimes I thought bitterly, though I quickly shoved that thought away.

I turned to him, clutching his hand a little tighter. “Three weeks feels too long,” I said softly.

Scott’s gaze softened, lines easing at the corner of his eyes. He reached out, brushing a stray strand of hair behind my ear. “It’s business, love. You know I’d rather stay here with you.”

“I know,” I murmured, leaning into the warmth of his touch. His cologne lingered in the air. It was woodsy and familiar.

He bent down, pressing his forehe
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