LOGINVivienne's breath caught, the question hanging suspended in the warm café air between them, her heart pounding so loudly she was certain he could hear it.She opened her mouth to answer — and Zuri stirred against Lucas's shoulder, blinking awake with a sleepy, confused frown, entirely unaware of the enormity of the moment she'd just interrupted."Are we going home now?" she mumbled, rubbing her eyes.Lucas let out a soft, startled laugh, some of the raw vulnerability in his expression giving way to warm amusement, though his eyes never left Vivienne's face. "In a minute, baby."Vivienne laughed too, breathless and a little dazed, torn between the ache of the interrupted question and the simple, perfect absurdity of their daughter's timing."We should probably actually go home," she said softly, still holding his hands across the table. "But Lucas — ask me again. Properly. When you're ready. I want to give you a real answer, not one shouted over a four-year-old waking up from a nap."S
Vivienne stared at Marcus's message for a long time before finally setting the phone down, something resolute settling into her chest despite the fresh dread still coiling underneath it."Whatever's buried at that cabin," she said quietly, "it's waited thirty years. It can wait until we've actually built a proper plan."Lucas watched her carefully, surprise flickering across his face at her sudden calm. "You're not going to chase this today?""No." Vivienne shook her head firmly. "I decided something, lying here thinking about it. I've spent this entire year reacting to whatever my family throws at me — running toward every threat, every clue, every crisis the second it appears. I'm tired of letting them dictate how I spend my days, Lucas. Today, I want to spend time with you and Zuri. Just us. Ordinary and unhurried."Something in Lucas's expression softened completely, love and relief tangled together. "I like the sound of that."They picked Zuri up from Monica's just after nine, th
Vivienne sat frozen in the dark, the warmth of the night before draining out of her one degree at a time."Say that again," she said slowly. "Slower."Lucas sat up beside her, pulling the sheet loosely around them both, his expression carefully focused despite the late hour. "The supplementary provision your father wrote. We found it in Charles's safety deposit box, remember — the one that transfers full trust authority to you if fraud was ever confirmed. It had a secondary clause too. One neither of us paid much attention to at the time, because the fraud trigger seemed like the important part.""What clause?""A fallback date." Lucas's jaw tightened. "If the fraud provision was never triggered — if Marcus was never caught — the entire trust would automatically transfer to you regardless, on your thirtieth birthday. A built-in failsafe, in case the fraud took longer to prove than your father expected."Vivienne's stomach turned over slowly. "My birthday is in six weeks.""I know." Lu
Lucas carried her the rest of the way, Vivienne's legs wrapped around his waist, her mouth never leaving his, until he set her down gently at the edge of the bed, breaking the kiss just long enough to look at her."Hi," he murmured, something boyish and overwhelmed in his voice despite the heat still thick between them."Hi." Vivienne laughed softly, breathless, reaching up to pull him back down to her.He kissed her again, slower now, deliberate, his hands finding the zipper at the back of her dress and drawing it down with agonizing patience, pressing soft kisses along each newly exposed inch of skin as the fabric loosened. She shivered beneath his mouth, arching slightly into the sensation, her fingers threading through his hair.He drew back just far enough to let the dress slip fully from her shoulders, and then he simply looked at her — really looked, the way he had the first time, except there was nothing careful or restrained about it now."Lucas." Her voice wavered slightly u
Vivienne set her phone face-down on the coffee table and didn't touch it again for a long moment, letting Marcus's words and the anonymous message settle heavy in her chest before she let herself feel any of it properly."We're not doing anything with that message tonight," Lucas said firmly, watching her carefully. "Not the cabin, not the birthday threat, none of it. We'll call the detective in the morning, loop in security, figure out the right way to handle this properly. Tonight, you need to stop.""Lucas, she's threatening—""I know what she's threatening." His voice softened, though the firmness stayed underneath it. "And I know you, Vivienne. If we start pulling at this thread tonight, you won't sleep, you won't eat, you'll spiral through every possible scenario until you're running on nothing but fear and caffeine. That's not going to help either of us make good decisions tomorrow."Vivienne exhaled slowly, exhaustion finally catching up with the adrenaline that had carried he
Vivienne stared at the heading, disbelief pinning her in place.LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT — PATIENCE KINGSTON"Lucas." Her voice came out barely above a whisper. "Why would she have a will drawn up three weeks ago? She's not sick. She's not old enough that this would be routine."Lucas scrolled closer, his jaw tightening as he read further. "People don't usually write a formal will unless they're expecting something. An operation. A dangerous trip." He paused, something grim settling into his expression. "Or unless they already know they're not planning on being around much longer."Vivienne's stomach







