The Discarded Heiress: Married To My Ex Fiancé’s Brother
Elias didn't tell me exactly where we were headed until we landed, hours later, the sky outside already shifting from black toward something softer at the edges.
"California," he said simply, offering me his hand down the stairs. "There's a stretch of coast not far from here that's private enough no one will bother us, and dark enough you'll actually be able to see something worth the trip."
He wasn't wrong.
We walked down to the sand while the sky was still deep and endless above us, and he spread a blanket without a word, without ceremony, and we lay down side by side with nothing between us and the stars but cold air and the sound of waves I could hear but couldn't quite see in the dark.