He rented a secret beach for their getaway. Just the two of them, by the pristine beach in the suburbs. He had people set up a glam tent, away from the tide but right on the edge. It was decorated with Christmas lights. The tent was stocked up with wine and a long table of food and desserts. Everything was white right in the middle was a round king size bed. 

Lucas took her clothes and left her to finish up in the bathroom. By the time she was done, he was gone. Patrick's body was gone. He had told her to leave as soon as she was ready, he said he would take care of everything. All the other details, she didn't have to know. She tried to put back all the stuff in its place before she left. She wanted to call him so bad but she didn't, she went straight to her cottage and spent a sleepless night alone. 

They held it together as best they can. Two weeks went by like a blink of an eye. Neither one of them was their usual happy self. He held her hand everywhere they went and kissed it every now and again. Those who knew him can see how terrified he was as the last day of shooting was approaching.