The next morning, Avaline woke to find a small note waiting beside her coffee cup. Get dressed. No work. Trust me. She smiled because she knew exactly who had written it, and an hour later she was sitting beside Eliam in the car as he drove them away from the city. He said very little, only occasionally glancing at her with the quiet satisfaction of a man who knew he had managed to keep one secret from his wife for longer than she would have tolerated. When they finally turned through a set of iron gates and followed a long private drive lined with trees, Avaline looked through the window in surprise. A beautiful house stood ahead of them, large enough for a family but warm enough to feel lived in, with wide windows, a stone terrace, a garden stretching behind it, and enough empty space to become whatever they wanted. Eliam parked, came around to open her door, and took her hand before leading her toward the entrance. “Before you say anything,” he said, “this isn’t another decision I’
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