Tom’s POV. Lisa sat sideways on my lap, one arm looped loosely around my neck, the other scrolling through pictures on her phone. Sunlit beaches. Private villas. “Look,” she said. “This one has private villas. No crowds. Just us.” I glanced at the photo. Clear water. White walls. “Looks nice,” I said. She squealed and placed her phone on the table, satisfied. She placed a hand on my chest, her fingers tracing light circles. “I’m tired of cities,” she went on. “I want somewhere where time doesn’t matter. I chuckled. “That’s new.” “Oh…honey.” A knock sounded on the door. I glanced at Lisa. She pouted, then stood up slowly and smoothed her skirt. “Come in,” I said. My secretary walked in. “Sir,” she hesitated, holding out the tablet. “The service center called. The work on your wife’s car was authorized this morning.” I looked up. “I didn’t approve anything.” “No, sir. It was authorized by a Mr. Rowland Brooke.” Lisa’s lips curved. “Interesting” I rubb
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