LENAThe note sat hidden in the drawer of my nightstand, folded so tightly the paper was beginning to crease. I hadn’t told Roman about it yet. Not because I didn’t trust him, but because I wanted, just for one day, to live without fear.Just one day where I could think about our future instead of shadows.And today, Roman was making sure of it.When I padded into the terrace that morning, still in my robe with my hair a messy tangle, he was already there with a spread that looked like something out of a magazine—fresh pastries, fruit, coffee, even a vase of white roses in the center of the table. Isabella was in her bassinet beside him, kicking softly, her little fists punching the air.Roman looked up the second he heard me. His smile was soft, and so disarming it made my knees weak.“Good morning, Mrs. Almost Wolfe,” he said, rising to press a kiss to my lips.I laughed against his mouth. “You’ve been up for hours, haven’t you?”“Guilty.” His hand skimmed my waist before he pulled
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