Mag-log inCharlotte woke to an empty pillow.She found Edward downstairs a few minutes later, in the sitting room rather than his study, already dressed, a cup of coffee resting untouched on the low marble table beside him while he studied Nancy's enormous leather folder like a general reviewing a map before battle. Morning light spilled through the tall windows, catching the pale gold trim along the ceiling molding, and somewhere down the hall Charlotte could hear the quiet clink of china as Mrs. Gable set up the breakfast service."You're up early," Charlotte said, crossing the room to wrap her arms around him from behind the sofa."I woke up and there was a folder on the table with tabs in it," Edward said, not looking away from the page. "Color-coded tabs, Charlotte. I think Nancy may have missed her true calling as a military strategist.""She'd take that as a compliment.""She'd frame it." He finally turned, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "How are you feeling about all this? Honestly."
Charlotte woke to the soft glow of morning light and the persistent buzz of her phone against the nightstand.She reached for it without opening her eyes, already smiling before she'd even read the screen. There was only one person who texted in full paragraphs before eight in the morning.Nancy Hayes: Okay. I've been up since 5am. I have a folder. The folder has a NAME. Call me the second you're conscious, we have a WEDDING to plan and approximately zero time to waste.Below it, three more messages had already arrived, each one a photo — a greenhouse dripping with white orchids, a cliffside terrace overlooking the ocean, a ballroom with floor-to-ceiling windows and a crystal chandelier the size of a small car.Charlotte laughed out loud, the sound startling in the quiet of the room.Beside her, Edward stirred, his voice still rough with sleep. "What's so funny?""Nancy," Charlotte said, turning the phone so he could see the wall of photos. "She's already found us three venues, a phot
The heavy iron gates of the Stewart mansion parted, welcoming the sleek black car into the driveway. As Edward and Charlotte stepped out into the crisp evening air, the massive front doors opened. The head housekeeper, Mrs. Gable, stood in the foyer alongside a few key members of the household staff. Their smiles were warm and genuine. "Welcome home, Mr. Stewart. Mrs. Stewart," Mrs. Gable said, taking their coats. "I trust the retreat was successful?""It was, thank you," Edward replied, his voice lacking its usual sharp, corporate edge. Charlotte looked around the grand entrance hall. For the first time since she had moved in, the mansion didn’t feel like a fortress waiting for a siege. It felt like a home. The quiet atmosphere wrapped around them, a welcome contrast to the tension and danger that had filled their lives for weeks. They spent the rest of the evening simply settling back into their space, grateful for the profound peace that had finally returned to their lives.The
The morning came quietly to the Aspen lodge. After the chaos of the previous two days, the silence felt almost strange. Snow covered the mountains beyond the enormous windows, turning the world outside into a sea of white. Inside, the lodge was finally free of security briefings, urgent calls, and whispered conversations about the threat they had spent days uncovering. Charlotte woke beneath the heavy blankets and turned toward Edward. He wasn't on his phone. He wasn't checking messages. He wasn't studying reports. He was simply lying beside her, staring through the window. Charlotte smiled. "You actually look relaxed."Edward glanced at her. "Don't sound so surprised.""I am surprised."He gave a quiet laugh. "Kevin has everything under control. For once, I'm going to let him do his job."Charlotte rested her head against his shoulder. For the first time since arriving in Aspen, she believed they might actually get the break they had come here for. Downstairs, however, the lodge w
The next morning, Aspen felt different. For the first time since Edward and Charlotte had arrived at the retreat, there was no tension waiting for them at breakfast. No security alerts. No missing evidence. No accusations. No whispered conversations about Sander Logistics. The lodge was simply quiet. Peaceful. Charlotte stood beside the large bedroom window, looking out at the snow-covered mountains. The sunlight reflected off the white slopes, turning everything almost golden. Behind her, Edward walked out of the bathroom, adjusting the cuffs of his shirt. He stopped when he saw her. "What are you thinking about?"Charlotte turned. She smiled. "How strange it feels.""What?""Having nothing to worry about."Edward laughed softly. "I was thinking the same thing."She looked back toward the mountains. "Yesterday, we were chasing Stober around the lodge.""And today?""Today, I want to do absolutely nothing."Edward smiled. "That sounds like a good plan."Charlotte turned toward him.
Edward looked at Kevin."Can you track the exact location?"Kevin's fingers moved quickly across the keyboard."Yes."A map of the lodge appeared on the largest monitor.A red dot blinked near the end of the restricted corridor.Kevin zoomed in."Storage room three."Edward's expression hardened."Is that where the Sander Logistics files were kept?""Yes."Charlotte exchanged a glance with him."So whoever is inside is looking for something.""Or trying to remove something," Edward said.Donald tightened his grip on his cane."Then let's stop them."Edward looked at him."Grandfather, stay here."Donald gave him a look."I've already told you I'm not helpless.""I know.""Then stop treating me like I am."Charlotte almost smiled despite the tension.Edward sighed."Fine. But stay behind us."Donald nodded.William remained near the doorway."What about the security officers?"Edward turned to him."Keep them at both ends of the corridor. Nobody enters or leaves."William nodded immedi







