Adam LewistonThe bed felt too vast and too cold without him. I blinked against the warm morning light seeping through the linen curtains, stretching my arm instinctively toward the other side of the bed—only to meet an impression in the sheets and nothing else. No warmth. No Lu.I pushed myself up against the pillows, glancing across the room like he might have just stepped into the bathroom or perhaps left a note behind. Nothing. Before the unease could settle in, a knock tapped gently on the door."Come in," I said, voice still heavy with sleep.James stepped in, composed as always, clipboard in hand. “Good morning, sir. Breakfast is ready downstairs.”I rubbed a hand across my face and nodded. “What time is it?”“Just past nine,” James replied.I paused. “Where's Lu?”James’s lips twitched into a barely contained smile. “He’s at the golf field, sir. With the rest of your family.”I raised an eyebrow
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