I woke up to the scent of pine trees and strong black coffee.The guest room was bathed in the pale, golden light of early morning. For a few seconds, I simply lay there, listening to the gentle lapping of the lake water against the wooden jetty outside. It was so still. So utterly removed from the chaos of the city, the penthouse, and the war I'd been waging for the past three weeks.I put on the jogging pants and flannel shirt that Alistair had left for me, tied my hair back, and tiptoed barefoot down the hallway.I found him on the back terrace.He sat at a heavy wooden table. A locked tablet lay before him, and he held a steaming mug in his hand. He wore a dark gray T-shirt that stretched tightly across his broad shoulders, the sleeves pushed up to his elbows. The morning breeze ruffled his dark hair.As the glass door behind me opened, he looked up. The watchful, calculating expression in his eyes softened slightly when he saw me."Morning," he said. His voice was a deep, rough g
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