Without End:
Unpredictable Extended Epilogue

Turquoise waters.
Endless sand.
Just married.

As an event planner, I’m not used to relinquishing control. But my new husband makes me want to try.

And I’m coming to realize that when I give in to Harrison, paradise isn’t far behind.

Without End can be read as a standalone, but it’s recommended that you read Unpredictable first.

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Chapter One 

The silky material of my dress swished around my legs as I climbed the stairs to our bedroom, floating about me just like I’d floated on a cloud of happiness all day. We’d done it! We were married. I was married to Harrison Hayes.

My groom was on the phone, and I was hoping to sneak a peek in my luggage before he finished his call.

“Now, where is it?” I mused aloud, wondering where Harper had hidden it.

When it was nowhere to be found in the guest room or in the office, I sighed. Not one to be easily deterred, I searched the back of Harrison’s side of the closet until I heard footsteps approaching. I rushed to put everything back as it was and stood, pausing when I caught sight of myself in the full-length mirror.

My cheeks were pink, eyes alight with happiness, and I looked every bit the bride I was. Today had been…perfect. Like a dream. And as an event planner to the stars, a wedding planner myself, I knew that perfection was rare indeed.

But I couldn’t have asked for a better day, a better celebration of our love. We’d been married in our backyard, surrounded by friends and family. And it had been everything I could’ve hoped for, both as a professional wedding planner and a bride. My assistant, Landon, had done an amazing job implementing my vision. The day had been seamless, everything breathtaking.

From the pool to the flowers lining the arch and the reception that had followed, the execution was flawless. In fact, I hadn’t thought about the logistics at all. I didn’t have to. I trusted Landon, and he had carried us through the day with grace and ease.

“Damn,” Harrison groaned from behind me, and my eyes snapped to him, meeting his green ones in the mirror. “I still can’t believe you’re my wife.”

I grinned, just from being in proximity to him and from hearing those words. But I got it. I couldn’t believe he was my husband. I wasn’t sure a man had ever looked more handsome in a suit, and I’d seen countless grooms. But he was all mine—Harrison Hayes. Former star football player for the Hollywood Heatwaves, color commentator, amazing dad, and one of the kindest and most loving people I’d ever met.

When he lifted his hand to run it through his hair, the light caught on the silver flecks in those strands, the platinum band on his ring finger. I could remember the moment I’d first laid eyes on him, and it felt as if it were yesterday. He was sitting at the hotel bar, drink in hand. I’d mused aloud to myself something about life being unpredictable, and he’d come back with a quip about that being part of the fun. Despite my inner turmoil, my body had been attuned to him. And then he’d made good on his promise —making me forget the past, helping me forget the pain.

“Hey,” he said, bringing me back to the present. Grounding me, as he always did. My Zen guru, as I liked to tease him. He placed his hand on my upper back. His palm was warm, his touch soothing. “You okay?”

I shook away the cobwebs of my memories and smiled at his reflection. “I’m absolutely wonderful, my darling husband.”

His answering grin was wide, and I could tell he liked the idea of being my husband just as much as I adored being his wife. It hadn’t been an easy road we’d traveled, but it was worth it. The loss, the pain, all of it was worth it to be with this man. To have him stand by my side and take on the world.

He brushed my hair over one shoulder, and his touch sent shivers down my spine. He traced the curve with his finger, then his lips, the low back of my gown giving him easy access to a wide expanse of skin. And even though I didn’t want to look away, my eyes fluttered closed, core clenching, body tingling. I finally reopened them when he leaned in and pressed his lips to my neck where it met my shoulder.

“This dress,” he growled, kissing his way over my shoulder. “Were you trying to torture me?”

I smiled to myself, pleased that he liked the gown. It was an original design by Evelyn, and when I’d tried it on, I’d just known. Known this was the dress I’d walk down the aisle in, marry Harrison in. It was elegant and sexy, yet timeless. And I wasn’t sure I’d ever felt more beautiful or desired. But maybe that had more to do with Harrison than the dress.

The moment I’d emerged from the back of the house and our eyes met was one I’d never forget. Friends and family were seated along both sides of the aisle, but my attention was focused solely on Harrison. He stood beneath an arch of flowers, the white and green foliage a delicate contrast to his imposing, masculine presence.

His suit fit him to a T, showcasing his athletic figure honed from years of playing professional football. When he glanced up, our eyes locking, his watery smile was full of unspoken emotion. My steps had faltered, and I’d gripped my bouquet tighter, grateful I had something to hold on to. To prove this was real; it was happening.

My dress flowed over me like water as I glided toward him. Was pulled toward him. All the while, his eyes scanned my figure, dipping down my breasts, my hips, as if he couldn’t drink me in fast enough.

I’d been so nervous about saying my vows, but it had all gone off without a hitch. When a gentle breeze had blown through the backyard, a sense of peace and rightness settled over me. A certainty that I was exactly where I was supposed to be, marrying the man I loved. And now, despite all our previous heartbreak, we were husband and wife.

“My husband.” I grinned, stroking his cheek.

He met my eyes, his emerald gems shining with happiness and love as he brought my hand to his mouth. When he placed a kiss on my palm, sparks raced and danced along my skin. Even with the simplest of touches, he could nearly bring me to my knees.

“My beautiful wife.” He pressed his lips to my wrist, the light catching on his wedding band.

“Did you know I had your band engraved?” I asked, my heart racing.

“You did?”

His touch lingered, even after he’d released me. He removed the band from his finger to inspect the inside, then smiled as he read the words aloud. “Without end.” A quick peck for me, and then he returned the band to his finger. “Just like in your vows. I love it.”

“I love you,” I sighed, feeling more content and joyful than I had maybe ever.

“I love you, Juliana.” He guided me to him for a kiss that warmed my heart and ignited my core.

I smoothed my hands over his lapels, clutching the material when he deepened the kiss. He cupped the back of my neck, smoothing his other hand down my back to rest on my hip. His tongue sought mine out, and I leaned into him, into the kiss, the taste of mint and whiskey mingling on his tongue. I wanted to stay in this moment—live in this moment—forever.

We kissed for I didn’t know how long, until he nipped my lips and released them. Even as he did so, he pulled me closer. And when his erection dug into me, I welcomed it.

“Was today everything you hoped it would be?” he asked, his voice more gravelly than usual.

I nodded. “And so much more.”

He swayed us side to side as if dancing to a song only we could hear. And then, just as he had on the dance floor, he tilted me back in a dramatic dip. Though, unlike our first dance, he ran the tips of his fingers down my sternum, leaving goose bumps in their wake.

I sucked in a jagged breath, impressed by how smooth he was, though I didn’t know why. Harrison was agile and graceful, an athlete through and through. He grinned, a cocky smile that told me he was pleased by my reaction. And then, without warning, he scooped me up into his arms, carrying me through the open door to our bedroom.

“What are you doing?” I giggled, light-headed from the champagne and the celebration and the love I had for this man.

“Carrying my bride over the threshold, of course.” He smiled down at me, a smile full of so much love and happiness. Though beneath it was desire. Need. And it mirrored my own.

He set me on the bed, the comforter smooth beneath me. “And now I’m going to make love to my wife.”

I watched in awe as he removed his jacket, tossing his tie aside before loosening the top two buttons of his shirt.

“I hate to be a party pooper,” I said. “But don’t we have a plane to catch?”

He crawled on top of me, his thighs bracketing my hips, the dark, luxe material of his suit contrasting against the cream silk of my gown.

“All in good time.” His grin was enigmatic, as though he knew something I didn’t.

Which—of course—he did. He’d planned the honeymoon as a surprise. He wanted it to be a wedding gift. And even though I wasn’t a fan of surprises, I could tell it was important to him. That said, it was driving me crazy—the not knowing. I absolutely did not know how one of my best friends, Alexis, had lasted nine months without finding out the sex of her daughter. Though Harrison had helped me learn to let go, I was still a planner at heart.

The past few weeks, I’d done everything I could think of to extract any information out of him. I’d even asked my new son-in-law, Connor—a former navy SEAL—for tips on interrogation. He’d merely shaken his head with a laugh.

“At least tell me what time our flight is,” I said, gripping Harrison’s thighs. So much power and muscle beneath my hands. “You know I’ll never be able to relax if I’m constantly worried we’ll be late.”

“You want to bet?” He smirked, obviously taking my comment as a challenge. He stripped out of his shirt, tossing it aside. My mouth watered at the sight of his toned shoulders and sculpted chest and abs.

And then I remembered what he’d said, and I rolled my eyes. “I’m serious, Harrison.”

“So am I.” He leaned forward, his breath fanning over my skin, then kissed me just below the ear. “And it’s a private jet. They won’t leave without us.”

“Oh.” I swallowed, distracted by the feel of his lips on my skin, kissing his way down the valley between my breasts. My nipples hardened as if reaching out, begging for his attention. But the man had the patience of a saint and continued to explore only the skin revealed by my dress. Which, admittedly, was a fair bit. As he continued to cherish me, I forgot all about the honeymoon and whether or not we’d be late for the flight.

“I love this dress—” He paused his ministrations, searching my torso, fumbling for a zipper, I assumed. “But it has to go.”

When he grunted in frustration, I batted his hands away. “Chill, Zen guru,” I teased, loving how riled up he was. How close to losing control, despite all his patience.

He narrowed his eyes at me, and I laughed as I stood, shaking out my curls. I pushed my hair over one shoulder and lowered the nearly invisible zipper at my side before pausing midway. Harrison watched me from the edge of the bed, mouth slightly agape.

“Where are we going on our honeymoon?” I asked.

“Juliana,” he growled. “Don’t make me rip that dress off you and throw you on the bed.”

I glowered at him. “You wouldn’t dare.” He knew how much I loved this dress.

“Don’t try me, baby.” He pressed a hand to his crotch, and I could tell he was aching for release. “I behaved all day.”

As much as I enjoyed teasing him, I was just as desperate as he was. I wanted to feel him, taste him, touch him. But I wasn’t going to let him know that.

“All you have to do is tell me.” I unzipped the dress the rest of the way, allowing the thin straps to slip from my shoulders while still covering my nipples. But only just barely.

“You play dirty.” He rubbed a hand over his chin, and I could sense him wavering.

He surprised me by standing and unbuttoning his pants. Down they went, sliding over his powerful thighs, followed by his boxer briefs, leaving his cock bobbing toward his stomach. I swallowed hard, but when I saw the smile on his face, I snapped out of it. I allowed my dress to fall from my shoulders, silk pooling at my feet. Apart from a pair of white lace-trim panties and a strapless plunge bra, I was naked. And the moment I looked at Harrison, I knew I’d won. He stepped closer, and I licked my lips in anticipation.

“Juliana.” He let out a slow exhale. “Do you trust me?”

“Yes. Of course.”

“Then have faith that you’ll love what I have planned for us.”

I deflated at his words, shoulders drooping. Love is trust, I reminded myself. It was something I’d been working on. Not that I didn’t trust Harrison, I did. More that, as a control freak, I needed to learn when to let go. When to rely on other people, especially him. I’d gotten better about it. At work, I’d given more and bigger events to Landon to handle on his own. And at home, I’d done the same, knowing Harrison would never intentionally make a decision that wasn’t in our best interest.

“I know. You’re right.” I glanced up at him from beneath my lashes, only to find him watching me, brows pulled together, mouth tipped down. I owed him an explanation. “I’m sorry. I think everything has just felt so chaotic lately. Landon and I have more clients than we can keep up with, not that I’m complaining. There was our wedding to plan—in a three-month span. And…it’s been a lot.” I didn’t mention Harper, though she also weighed heavily on my mind.

“I know, baby.” He pulled me into his chest. It was warm, and he smelled so good. I felt safe ensconced in his arms, as if nothing could hurt us. He held me a moment before releasing me, then said, “Which is why it’s more important than ever that we take this trip. You need to unwind and recharge, and so do I.”

Football season had only ended a few weeks ago, and Harrison had been juggling color commentating and several new endorsements. We’d both been running hard, trying to get as much done as we could before the wedding. And now—he was right—it was time to sit back and relax, to reap the rewards of our hard work.

“I’m looking forward to it, I am. I just… I feel so out of control.”

He grasped my shoulders. “I’ll tell you where we’re going. If that’s what you really want.” He peered at me, green eyes swirling, questioning.

I considered it a moment. And even as much as I wanted to know, I didn’t want to spoil Harrison’s fun. Besides, what was a few more hours at this point?

I shook my head. “Don’t tell me. But—” I squeezed my eyes shut, slowly opening one. “Could you give me a clue? You know how I like to prepare my taste buds by anticipating what we’re going to be eating.”

“Mm-hmm.” He smoothed his hands up and down my arms.

“Well, I find that the anticipation, the planning, are a big part of the experience for me.”

“Don’t I know it.” He flashed me a wicked grin, and I playfully slapped his chest.

“Hey! Get your mind out of the gutter.”

He chuckled, placing his hands on my hips. “With you, Juliana, my mind is always in the gutter.” He glanced down between us as if to demonstrate his point. His erection was aimed straight at me, hard and seeking. I stroked his length, loving his sharp intake of breath, the way his cock twitched in my hand.

“Feel good?”

He leaned his head back, exposing the long column of his throat. “Like you wouldn’t believe.”

“Can you just tell me—are we going to the beach or the mountains? Warm or cold?” It was March, and depending on how far you were willing to travel, anything was possible.

“Beach,” he all but moaned as I continued to slide my hand along his skin, exploring.

I grinned, finally relaxing. “Thank you.”

“Baby?” he said through gritted teeth.

“Yeah?”

“You’re going to have to stop that. I don’t want to come in your hand.”

“Oh. Right.” I released him. “Sorry.”

“No. I’m sorry. I didn’t realize how stressed you were about the honeymoon. That absolutely wasn’t my intent.”

“I know.” I grinned, smoothing my hands down the hard planes of his chest. “You were just trying to do something nice and help me let go. Which I appreciate.” When his expression betrayed skepticism, I added, “I do.”

“Good. I’m glad that’s settled—” he gave me a quick peck on the lips “—because I want you naked and on the bed. Now.”

Chapter Two

I sauntered over to the bed, adding a little extra sway to my hips. When I glanced back at Harrison, his eyes were dark, glittering with danger. I kept my back to him as I undid my bra before casting it aside.

When I hooked my fingers in my panties, he said, “Wait.”

“Wait?” I tilted my head to the side.

“First, lie down.”

I furrowed my brow but did as he requested, crawling across the bed on my knees until he said, “Turn over. On your back.” I rolled onto my back, fanning my hair across the covers.

“Someone’s awfully bossy tonight,” I teased, growing more impatient by the moment.

“Perfect.” He climbed on top of me, the weight and heat of his body blanketing me with a sense of calm only he could provide. “I got a powerful feeling of déjà vu to our first night together. Did I ever tell you I thought you looked like a bride on her wedding night?”

I blinked at him a few times, stunned by his words. “I think I’d remember something like that.” I scoffed.

“Well, you did. I just didn’t realize then that you were going to be my bride one day.”

“I cannot believe you mentioned that night in your vows.” I shook my head with a laugh, covering my face with my hands.

He chuckled, pushing them aside. “You act like I told everyone we started as a one-night stand.”

“If you had, I might have left you standing at the altar.”

“You wouldn’t have.” He nipped my ear. “And even if you did, you know I’ll always be here—waiting for you.”

“I know.” My tone was solemn, and I knew he’d hold true to that promise. He already had. “But I’m yours. Always.”

He captured my lips, claiming me and showing me that I belonged to him. And when he explored my body, it was as if seeing it anew. His eyes and hands roamed my skin as if it were our first time. There were kisses on my neck, my chest, my nipples. He sucked each into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the tight bud. I cried out, clutching the sheets as he continued to lavish one then the other with attention.

“Harrison,” I panted, arching my hips so his erection could slide along the damp material of my panties. God, it felt amazing. “I need you.”

He kissed his way down my stomach, nuzzling me through my panties. “Fuck, baby.”

He pulled the material aside, but I tugged on his shoulders. I wanted him to make love to me with his mouth, but I wanted him inside me more.

“Inside me. Please?”

The entire day had been an exercise in restraint. Every look, every touch from Harrison had only increased the anticipation until the point that I thought I might explode if he didn’t make love to me.

“Can’t we do both?” He pouted, mouth poised just above my most sensitive spot. Every breath from his parted lips was hot on my skin, like lava.

Harrison seemed to hesitate a moment, then slid his hands beneath the waistband of my underwear. He dragged the lacy material down my legs, but not before pressing his lips to my mound. I shivered, sensation overtaking me as he carefully removed them then kissed his way back up my calves, then my thighs.

“The only reason I agreed is because I know we’ll have plenty of time on the plane for round two.”

I smiled, loving him for dropping a subtle hint. Now that I’d released some of my concerns, I was less burdened. In fact, I was growing more excited about our honeymoon by the instant.

He stood at the edge of the bed, and I pushed up on my elbows so I could watch. I wanted to see where we connected as well as feel it. He lined himself up at my entrance, pushing in slowly, deliciously, inch by inch, until he was fully seated. My channel clenched around him, so full.

He shuddered, eyes locked on mine. “Don’t do that again. Not if you want me to last.”

I grinned, loving the effect I had on him. He pulled me closer to the edge of the mattress, and I wrapped my arms around his neck, using him as my anchor. His lips were on mine, in my hair, tracing a haphazard line down my neck. His whispered words of love and adoration just as fervent and powerful as the thrusts that accompanied them.

I dragged my nails down his back, loving the friction on my clit from his body. I was close, teetering on the edge.

“Fuck,” he ground out. “You feel so good, and I don’t know how much longer I can hold out.”

His pace accelerated, and as out of control as it seemed, our eyes remained focused on each other. He was my constant. He was there for me, putting me first, just as he always had. Just as he’d promised in our wedding vows.

“Let go,” I said, feeling my own release building.

And when the muscles of his stomach clenched, his grip on me tightening, his eyes so full of love and devotion, I followed my own advice, tumbling over the cliff with him. I cried out before smashing my lips to his, wanting to breathe his air. It was frantic and chaotic, and it was absolutely beautiful.

We stayed there a moment, wrapped up in each other, barely hanging on to the edge of the bed. My breathing was ragged, my chest brushing against his. And when he let out a deep sigh of satisfaction, I convulsed around him one last time, my nerves on edge from the surge of pleasure.

He laughed, cupping my cheeks. “I love you.”

“I love you,” I said just before he slanted his mouth over mine. We poured all our emotions into the kiss. All the joy, the love, the hope.

“I love you,” he said again with a quick peck to my lips. “And I’m honored to be your husband.”

I smiled, tears welling up in my eyes, my body bursting with emotion. There had been a time, not that long ago, when I’d been convinced I’d never be happy again. I’d never find love again. Let alone experience this kind of incandescent, all-encompassing joy.

“Don’t cry, baby.” He swiped away my tears with his thumbs.

“They’re happy tears,” I said through a smile. “I promise.”

“Good.” He pressed his lips to mine. His phone vibrated from somewhere in the room, and he groaned, unwilling to break the kiss.

When it continued to ring, he glanced around, pausing when he spied his pants. “Just a sec.”

He dug in the pocket, peered at the screen, and then typed out something.

“Everything okay?” I asked, grabbing my lingerie from the floor before standing.

“Yep.” He grinned, giving nothing away. “That was the pilot. Can you be ready to leave in thirty minutes?”

“I just need to shower and grab some carry-on items.”

“Ah.” He held up his pointer finger, making his way toward his nightstand. He opened the drawer and pulled out a book. “Olivia asked me to give you this.”

When he held it up, I realized it was the new Meghan Hart novel—one that wasn’t even for sale yet. Wouldn’t be on shelves for months. I felt fortunate to have such a great relationship with Harrison’s daughter, Olivia. She was sweet and kind, but savvy. She worked for a newer publishing company and always got early access to the best books, including those from my favorite romance author.

I’d been dying to read Meghan’s latest book. As soon as Olivia had told me about it, I knew I needed it. A football player and the first female coach of the team? It was going to be hot, and I couldn’t wait to get my hands on it. I squealed and darted to grab it from Harrison.

Harrison chuckled. “Oh my. Am I going to see you at all over the next week, or is your head going to be buried in this book the entire trip?”

“I guess that depends on how long the flight is.” I smirked, setting it next to my tote that I planned to carry on the plane. I’d already added my makeup bag, a new lingerie purchase, and some other essentials like my thyroid medication and favorite snacks.

He slapped my butt on the way to the bathroom. “Come on, wife. Let’s shower.”

I shook my head with a laugh, following after him. Considering the glimmer in his eye, I had a feeling it was going to take more than thirty minutes to shower and get ready. Good thing we’re taking a private jet.

***

“Champagne?” Peyton, the flight attendant, asked as soon as we’d boarded the plane and were seated.

I was still struggling to take it all in, from the tan leather to the rose-gold accents to the bedroom at the rear. It was luxury at its finest, and I’d never felt so spoiled.

When Harrison shrugged, I said, “Why not?” to Peyton. “It is our wedding day after all.”

“Yes.” She smiled, fidgeting with her pen. “Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Hayes.”

“Actually—” Harrison said, and I waved my hand to ward off his comment. I might not be legally changing my last name to Hayes, but it was fun to think of myself that way, as Mrs. Harrison Hayes.

He smiled, taking my hand in his as Peyton whisked away to grab the champagne. “You ready?” he asked, rubbing his thumb back and forth over my skin.

“I’m excited.”

“Good.”

Peyton returned with our champagne, removing the bottle of Dom Perignon from the bucket before filling two flutes.

Harrison held up his glass, and I followed suit. “To you, my beautiful bride.”

“To us,” I said, the clink of the glasses drowned out by the pilot firing up the plane’s engines.

“You’re stuck with me now,” he said, just before swallowing down some of the liquid sunshine.

I laughed, not bothered by that idea in the slightest. As I took a sip, the bubbles dancing on my tongue, I marveled once more at the beautiful and pristine interior of the jet. And I couldn’t help wondering… “How much did this cost?”

Harrison leaned forward, lowering his voice. “Nothing.”

I blinked at him a few times, positive I’d misheard. “Nothing?”

“It was a wedding gift from Crew.” He sat back, crossing one ankle at the knee.

“Seriously?” I set my glass down on the table. “That was nice of him.”

He lifted a shoulder. “I did lead the Hollywood Heatwaves to championship victory four years in a row. And I was one of the winningest, longest-lasting players on his team.”

“Still….” A private jet to…well, wherever we were going, couldn’t be cheap. Even for the owner of a successful national football team such as Crew Dixon.

“It’s not like he gave us the jet. We get to borrow it for the honeymoon.”

I nodded. “I’ll be sure to send him an extra-nice thank-you note.” I extracted my phone from my purse and opened the notes app to make a reminder for later. I was about to put my phone in airplane mode when I saw a new text message from the wedding photographer.

“I think Crew felt bad that he couldn’t make it to the wedding,” Harrison said as the captain came over the speaker and asked us to buckle up and prepare for takeoff.

I clicked on the link in the message, gasping as beautiful images flooded my screen.

“What is it?”

“The photographer sent me a preview.” I smiled and flashed the phone at Harrison.

As we surged down the runway then glided into the sky, we scanned through the photos. I replayed the memories in my mind, knowing it was something I’d do often for the rest of my life. It had been intimate and absolutely perfect, everything I could’ve dreamed of. Having connections in the industry certainly helped, and many of them had insisted on providing their services for free, despite my protests. From the catering to the linens to the flowers, we’d been given so many “wedding gifts,” I couldn’t possibly repay all their incredible kindness.

Harrison chuckled. “Look at Reg, hamming it up for the camera.”

He shook his head, amused by his best friend’s antics. But my attention was on his wife, Jas. At the way her hand hovered over her stomach, as if protectively.

I turned to Harrison. “Is Jas pregnant?”

“What?” He jerked his head back then leaned in to get a closer look. “Oh damn. She might be. Want to plan their baby shower?”

“Of course.” He handed back the phone. “Were they trying for another?”

He rubbed a hand over his chin. “I don’t know. Reg always acted like he was done having kids. I mean, this baby would make six.”

I laughed. “I can’t even imagine.”

“Neither can I.” The crease in Harrison’s forehead smoothed when he saw the next picture, his lips turning up into a smile along with mine. “One amazing daughter is all I need.”

The image was of Harrison’s daughter, Olivia, and her husband. She was beaming at us from the front row, Connor’s arm around her. It seemed like just yesterday that we’d been planning their wedding. Though really, it had been a little over a year. So much had changed since then.

The next picture was of my parents, clapping as we’d been announced husband and wife. They were smiling through their tears, knowing what I’d gone through to get to this point.

“How sweet do Blair and Sophia look?” I asked, admiring the flower girls. Harrison nodded.

There was another picture of Preston holding Sophia on his lap, tears in his eyes. I could tell that attending the wedding had been emotional for him, and I wondered if it was because he was imagining his daughters as brides one day. The next image was of him and Alexis kissing over the top of Blair’s head. Such a beautiful family.

I scrolled through a few more—Hunter and Lauren on the dance floor. Landon hugging me. I paused when I came to one of Harper, and I sighed, some of my earlier happiness dissipating. Of my three best friends, Alexis, Lauren, and Harper, I’d always been closest to Harper. She was more like a sister to me. And even though she’d smiled and put on a brave face, I knew she was hurting. It was clear from the way she held herself to the forced smile. But I kept scrolling, loving each new photo that appeared on my screen.

Reg’s and Olivia’s speeches. Harrison and I feeding each other cake. Sophia standing on Preston’s feet as they danced. Harrison pressing his lips to my cheek. Stolen kisses. Precious moments. But still, my mind kept coming back to Harper and heartache.

“You okay?” Harrison asked, breaking me out of my trance. We’d reached cruising altitude and were flying over the ocean.

I shook my head as if to clear it and took a sip of champagne.

“Are you thinking about Ryan?” he asked, surprising me. I hadn’t thought of my former fiancé all day, at least not until now.

“Actually, I was thinking about Harper.”

He finished off his glass and poured another then topped off mine. “You mentioned being worried about her earlier. What’s going on?”

I hesitated, knowing it might upset Harrison. But I also knew he wouldn’t let it rest until I’d gotten it off my chest. I swallowed, forcing out the words. “She thought she was pregnant, and now…she’s not.”

His lips turned downward. “That type of loss is heartbreaking.” He paused, his eyes misting over briefly before he cleared his throat and said, “But I’m glad she has the three of you to lean on. I had no one.”

I squeezed his hand, hating the idea of the man I loved feeling so alone. We sat in silence a moment, the hum of the engines the only sound. At least until I blurted, “Maybe I should offer to be a surrogate for her.”

Harrison coughed a few times, his face turning red as he choked on champagne. My heart clutched, but I tried to remain calm. When I asked if he was okay, he held up a hand, coughing a few more times before taking a sip of water Peyton had offered him.

“A surrogate?” He forced the words out.

“I know. I know,” I sighed, dragging my hand through my hair. “Hearing it aloud, I realize how absurd that sounded.” Besides, I had a feeling I wasn’t the ideal candidate to be a surrogate, considering the fact that I was thirty-seven.

Harrison and I had talked about kids and didn’t plan to have our own. He was fifty-one, he’d already raised one child, and he wasn’t interested in having another. As for me, I was perfectly content with my life. I loved my job. I loved playing auntie to my sister’s kids as well as Alexis’s. And I loved my life with Harrison.

Even so, I wanted to help Harper. I needed to help her. It was the least I could do after all she’d done for me, especially the past few years. My chest tightened from my complete inability to do anything.

Harrison unlatched his seat belt and crouched before me, taking my hands in his. “It’s not absurd to want to do something—anything—to help the people you love. It’s admirable, and a big reason why I love you.”

I softened, placing a hand to his cheek. His scruff tickled my palm, and I pulled him to me for a kiss. The connection had fire rushing through my veins, despite the orgasms he’d given me mere hours ago.

“Come on.” He tugged on my hand, pulling me toward the bedroom at the back of the plane. “Let’s go to bed.”

Chapter Three

“We’ll be landing in a little over an hour,” the pilot said over the intercom.

I blinked a few times, slowly coming to. The plane engine whirred, the white noise soothing. The sheets were smooth, and Harrison’s arms were wrapped around me, his nose pressed to my back. His erection digging into me.

“Good morning, wife,” he rumbled.

I smiled and stretched beneath the covers, turning over to face him. “Good morning, husband.” I kissed him, lingering a moment.

Harrison kissed his way down my stomach, and I sighed, torn between wanting to stay in bed and knowing I needed to get ready before we landed. But as he inched his way toward my clit, getting ready seemed less and less important.

There was a knock at the door, and Peyton’s voice wafted through the somewhat thin material. I froze, but Harrison didn’t remove his lips from my skin.

“Good morning,” Peyton said. “Would you like some coffee or breakfast before we land?”

“That would be lovely,” I called, trying to stifle a moan when Harrison licked my clit. Oh god.

“What was that?” Peyton asked, and my eyes widened.

“Um. We’ll be right there. Thanks.” I locked my thighs around his head, doing my best to stop Harrison’s movements. It felt amazing, but we didn’t have time for this.

“Harrison,” I hissed. “Harrison.” I tugged on his shoulders when he continued to ignore me, while simultaneously making me delirious.

He popped his head out from beneath the covers, his lips slick with my desire, his hair sticking up in every direction. “What?”

“We have to get ready if we want breakfast before we land.”

“I’m having you for breakfast.” He ducked back beneath the covers, but I tossed them aside.

“Come on,” I said, though my body felt like it might explode if I didn’t let him finish. “Later.”

“You said that last night.” He pinned me to the mattress, his body warm and delicious as he lay on top of me. I couldn’t help it; I arched my hips up into him.

“I know. But we have all week, right?” I asked, and he nodded. “And I promise I’ll make it up to you.”

“I like the sound of that.” He pressed his lips to mine, and I could taste myself on his tongue. I lost track of time momentarily, but then I pushed gently against his chest, panting. “Breakfast.”

“Breakfast.” He grinned then bent forward to pull my nipple into his mouth, sucking hard before releasing it.

“You’re evil.” I shivered.

“You’re one to talk.” He pushed off the covers before standing and pulling on some boxers. “I’m going to go shower. Unless you want to go first.”

I glanced at my watch, grabbing the bottle of water from the nightstand and swallowing my thyroid medicine. “Go ahead. I know you’ll want breakfast, and I have to wait a little longer.”

He grabbed his clothes, dropping a kiss on the top of my head en route to the bathroom. Thirty minutes—and a shower—later, I joined him in the main cabin. He did a double take at my approach, his eyes scanning my espadrilles up my bare legs to where my sundress skimmed my thigh. The white eyelet made me feel summery, bridal, but the way he looked at me had me heating beneath the material.

He gripped the armrests, and I dipped my head. The man could make me feel as if I were naked even when I was standing before him fully clothed.

“You look beautiful,” he said, kissing my cheek after I took a seat.

Peyton took my breakfast order, soon returning with the omelet and fruit I’d requested. I cupped my mug of coffee, grateful for the caffeine as I peered out the window, the world a sea of blues and greens and absolutely no land in sight. I only knew we’d been flying for nine or so hours because my watch was still on LA time. I’d slept seven of those hours in Harrison’s arms, and I felt surprisingly well rested. I was still completely clueless as to our destination. All I knew was that we were going to a beach, and judging from the color of the water and remote location, it was going to be stunning.

As the plane began its descent, an island finally came into view. Turquoise water surrounded the lush haven, greenery spilling over its ridges, white sand lining the beaches. We flew over a row of bungalows that appeared as if they were floating on the water. My cheeks split into a smile, and I didn’t need to know the name of the island to know it was going to be an incredible adventure.

“Welcome to Laucala,” Harrison said.

I whipped my head around to face him. “Laucala? How did you—”

“Harper suggested it.” He smiled, though it was tinged with sadness, likely from my revelation the night before. “And it was on your Pinterest page—one of your honeymoon recommendation boards.”

“I—” I opened my mouth then closed it. Opened it again. Of all the places I had pinned and all the ones he could’ve selected from among them, he’d picked my top choice. My dream destination. “Thank you.” I leaned across to kiss him just as the wheels touched down on the runway. We laughed, our bodies jostling from the impact. “Thank you.”

Not long after, we stood at the top of the stairs, Harrison’s palm on my lower back as I lifted my hand to my forehead to shield my eyes from the sun. Now this was paradise. Blue skies, puffy white clouds, dense greenery, and a chauffeur waiting on the tarmac as the crew loaded our luggage into the trunk.

“Wow.” I shifted my tote on my shoulder. “I could get used to this.”

“Wait until you see where we’re staying,” Harrison said.

I shook my head slowly. “I can’t even imagine.”

And I couldn’t wait, even as I soaked in every detail during the drive. Tropical plants lined the road, their bright colors drawing my eye at every turn. Coconut trees, palm trees, and my favorite—the beautiful frangipani flowers with their six curved white petals and yellow center.

“Holy…wow,” I breathed as the chauffeur pulled into the round drive of the resort.

The exterior was a traditional design with a thatched roof, but the interior was contemporary luxury. A large arrangement of orchids sat on a round table in the lobby, the warm colors and variety of textures luring me into the welcoming atmosphere. The interior design was simple yet opulent—something I could imagine Lauren gushing over. And the view…

“Bula!” one of the hotel employees said as he approached. “We are delighted to have you stay with us.” His smile stretched from ear to ear, his presence warm like the tropical climate.

“My name is Emori,” he continued. “And I’ll be personally looking after you during your stay. ‘Bula’ means welcome, hello, or cheers. I’d be delighted to show you to your accommodations, Mr. and Mrs. Hayes.”

“Bula,” I said. “And please, call me Juliana.”

“Yes, of course, Miss Juliana. Allergies to oats and coconut. Dislikes mustard.”

I stared at him a moment. “Yes. Um, wow. You are remarkably well informed.” We’d barely stepped foot in the lobby, and already I was impressed by the level of service and attention to detail. I wondered if they hosted destination weddings….

“Juliana,” Harrison chided, though his teasing smile told me he didn’t mind the question. It was only with his comment that I realized I’d zoned out for a moment, easily switching to work mode. And also, that I’d asked the question aloud.

Emori laughed. “Yes, we do host weddings. We have one this weekend, in fact. But it was my understanding that you’re newlyweds.” He glanced between us as if seeking confirmation.

“We are.” Harrison grinned, sliding his hand over my hip and pulling me into his side. “My wife is an event planner back in LA.”

“Ah, yes. How lovely.” He clapped his hands together. “Right this way, if you please.”

Emori escorted us through the hotel, and the more he told us, the more awestruck I was. Not only was the resort absolutely gorgeous—situated on a private island with the most incredible scenery—but it was so much more than that. It was 100% solar powered and had a strong focus on luxury and conservation, from the soap provided in the guest rooms to its reef sustainability program.

As we passed one of the restaurants, a more upscale one with a menu heavy on seafood, Emori told us of the delicacies offered nightly. In addition to twenty-four-hour room service, every restaurant on the property served locally sourced items, all grown on the island.

“Very impressive,” I said, glancing at Harrison as we continued the tour. My husband knew me well.

“And now, for your accommodations,” Emori said, ushering us through an open breezeway toward the water.

A boardwalk led from the main resort over the white sand and glittering turquoise water. But we didn’t head for the overwater bungalows, as I’d expected. We continued on, getting farther and farther from the main resort until we arrived at a little villa along an empty stretch of the beach.

The deck had a private plunge pool, and the doors were open, the rich wood interior blending seamlessly with the palm trees and ocean beyond. Though the overwater bungalows certainly had their charm, the villa was much more secluded and much…larger.

I turned to Harrison. “Seriously?”

He grinned, giving my lower back a gentle nudge. “Come on.”

While Emori gave us a tour of our secluded villa, I felt as if I might burst from excitement. I was like a bottle of champagne that had been shaken, and all the bubbles were jostling to get out. When he finally left us to get settled in, I spun around the living room, arms wide.

“Oh. My. God.” I grinned, half laughing, half squealing. “This is insane.”

Harrison chuckled, his hip resting against the kitchen counter. We had a kitchen! And enough seating to have invited all of our friends.

“This is too much,” I said, my heart still fluttering even as I slowed.

“You’re too much,” he teased.

“I mean, this view. The pool. The bed.” It was all so incredible, so romantic. The white curtains draped elegantly around the bed. And the bathroom…

When I realized how quiet Harrison was, I turned to face him. “What?”

“You’re even more beautiful when you let go.”

Despite the fact that he was my husband, a man who’d seen me naked and explored every inch of me too many times to count, I blushed. He crooked his finger, beckoning me to him. And I went willingly. He spread his thighs, and I nestled between them, settling into his arms.

“This is amazing. Thank you.”

He tucked an errant strand of hair behind my ear. “So goddamn beautiful.” He pressed his lips to mine. “How did I get so lucky?”

I kissed him again, the taste of him lingering on my lips. “How did I?”

He rubbed my shoulders. “What do you want to do first?”

“Everything. Nothing.” I laughed, giddiness making me light.

“How about a dip in the pool, and then we can try one of the restaurants for lunch?”

I nodded. “Perfect.”

After the wedding then the long flight, I just wanted to relax and unwind with Harrison. There would be time to go on excursions, to explore, but for now, I wanted to just be.

With one more quick peck to his lips, I said, “I’m going to unpack and change, then I’ll join you.”

“Change?” He tilted his head to the side. “You mean undress?”

“Well, yeah. But I assume Harper packed me at least one swimsuit.”

He lifted a shoulder, a wicked grin lighting his features. “If it were up to me, you wouldn’t wear any clothes while we’re here.”

I laughed and turned for the bedroom with a shake of my head, when he pulled me back, crushing me to his chest. He didn’t say anything, just held me a moment then released me.

“You okay?” I asked, sensing a shift in his mood.

He nodded, clearing his throat. “Just wanted to remember the moment.”

I smiled, cupping his cheeks before planting a sloppy kiss on his lips. “My Zen guru.”

He laughed and stripped out of his shirt before removing his pants. The doors to the pool and the beach beyond were still open.

My eyes went wide. “What are you doing?”

“Going swimming,” he said, as if it were obvious.

“Yeah, but…” I glanced around as if someone would appear at any moment. “What if someone sees you?”

“It’s a private beach for our villa. And none of the staff will come by unless invited.”

“Still…” I hesitated, not sure I was ready to skinny-dip, despite Harrison’s assurances. “I think I’ll put on a swimsuit.”

“Suit yourself.” He removed his boxers in one swift move, tossing them at me.

I caught them just before they hit my face, his laugh echoing off the wood floors. And then all I could see was his tight, lifted ass as he prowled toward the pool. My mouth went dry, and I stared after him, completely lost in the view.

He dropped into the pool, emerging a moment later with slick hair and a deep sigh of contentment. With all the windows thrown open, outside and inside blurred together, a gentle breeze blowing in from the ocean, the scent of gardenias perfuming the air. I lingered for a moment then headed to the bedroom where my suitcase was laid out in the large closet. A garment bag hung from the rod, and I unzipped it to find a few of my favorite dresses as well as a sexy new one I hadn’t seen before.

There was a note attached to the hanger, and I recognized Alexis’s handwriting. “Enjoy your time together. Nothing is more important.”

I smiled to myself, thinking of how far she’d come, how much she’d changed in the past few years. Preston had a lot to do with that, just as Harrison had helped me focus on what truly mattered, on being present.

In the suitcase, I found tissue paper with a ribbon tied around it and a note from Lauren. “Have fun” was all it said, an “L” scrawled hastily at the bottom. Inside were several new pieces of lingerie, handcuffs, and a few other toys. I laughed to myself. Why was I not surprised?

Lauren had always been the most sexually liberated of the four of us. Harper and Alexis had hosted my bridal shower, but they’d left the bachelorette party to Lauren. And it had been…wild. Fun, but wild. We’d all flown out to Vegas, even the guys. At some point, we’d ended up at the same club, and Harrison and I had been so drunk, we’d started making out on the dance floor. Me in my “Bride-to-Be” sash, dick tiara, and veil, and him looking devastatingly handsome as usual. I was positive most bystanders thought I was cheating on my husband-to-be, which had only made me giggle harder.

I shook my head, a smile tilting my lips upward at the memory. I had the best friends—women who supported me, loved me unconditionally, and were there for me no matter what. The fact that they’d taken the time to add small, personal gifts to my luggage was just one more reminder of how fortunate I was.

The rest of my suitcase was well organized, and I appreciated Harper’s packing skills. It wasn’t surprising, considering she spent much of the year on the road as a film location scout. There was also a small waterproof point-and-shoot camera, a guide to the island, and a handwritten note from Harper with her recommendations for the top attractions. Though she did emphasize relaxing and having fun.

Beneath that were several swimsuits, including one I’d never seen but immediately fell in love with. It was a white bikini that was a little skimpier than I’d normally wear but perfect for our honeymoon. I changed into it, loving the way the bra cups covered my breasts, but only just barely. The bottom was a strip of fabric, and my tanned skin was offset by the white material. I loved the white applique flowers, and I had a feeling Harrison was going to lose his mind when he saw it. I applied a fresh coat of lip gloss and twisted my hair up into a bun on the top of my head, grabbing my sunglasses and the camera before venturing outside.

Harrison was leaning against the edge of the pool, arms wide, eyes closed, and head angled toward the sky. I snapped a picture, and he opened his eyes.

“Sorry.” I scrunched up my face, not having wanted to disturb him.

He ran a hand through his hair, though judging from his stupefied expression, I wasn’t sure he’d heard a word I’d said. His green eyes glittered, the sun shining on the water and reflecting back in them. But it was the love I found gazing back at me that stole my breath. The heat, the desire, as he scanned my body from head to toe.

“I think I’m the one who should be taking pictures. Because damn, baby. That swimsuit…”

I laughed as I descended the steps to the pool, and my mind flashed back to our trip to Ojai last year. We’d been in the midst of planning Olivia’s wedding, and I’d been trying—and failing—to ignore my attraction to Harrison. As we’d lounged next to the pool at a different resort, in a different time, I remembered thinking Harrison was the hottest man I’d ever seen. I still believed that.

“Where’d you go?” Harrison asked, water droplets beading on his chest.

“Ojai.”

His lips curved into a knowing smile, and he waded through the water toward me. “Ah. Ojai. One of my favorite memories. Well, except the hike.”

I smiled, grateful it was something we could laugh about now. “Yeah. Not the hike. Do you ever wonder—what if Olivia hadn’t wanted me to plan her wedding? What if our paths had never crossed again?”

He shook his head, pulling me into him. His naked body was both hard and welcoming all at once. “I would’ve found you.”

And I believed him.

Chapter Four

“We’re almost there,” Harrison said, turning back to me from farther up the trail.

“Where are you taking me?” I asked, sweat making my shirt cling to my skin.

The rain forest was beautiful, but the humidity was killing me. And I kept slipping on the rocks that lined the path. They were small enough that you could barely step on them but too large to walk around. And they were slick from the moisture in the air.

“Do you need a snack?” he teased.

I narrowed my eyes and growled at him. He laughed, stopping to pull something out of his backpack. “Here.” He handed me an energy bar.

“Thank you.” I grabbed it from him, tearing the wrapper. I took a few bites and started to feel a little less on edge. I could enjoy the scenery again, the birdsong, the swaying of the branches, and was that… “Do I hear…” I furrowed my brow. “Is that water?”

He held up his water bottle and shook it. “Yep. Want some?”

“No.” I narrowed my eyes at him. “Listen.”

He capped his water bottle and shoved it back in his pack before forging ahead on the trail. “Come on.”

We walked a while longer, the sound of rushing water growing louder with every step. The air seemed cooler as well, and I relaxed, enjoying the vibrant hibiscus and lush forest. We rounded a bend, and a waterfall came into view. I lifted my head, glancing up to the top and watching as it tumbled and fell, plunging into a large, clear pool at the bottom.

I was so busy looking at it that I didn’t notice Harrison had moved from my side. When I glanced over to look at him, I realized he was gone, standing off to the side where an elaborate picnic had been laid out on a flat patch of grass.

My jaw popped open. “Wow.”

“Right?” He sat down and opened the picnic basket. “Emori outdid himself this time.”

I nodded, salivating with every item he removed. I joined him on the ground, pouring us each a drink while he plated some food for both of us. We sat in peaceful silence, eating our lunch as the tranquility of the place washed over us like the waterfall tumbling over the stones.

“I think I’m putting you in charge of our vacations from now on,” I finally said.

“Is that so?” He smirked, smugness creeping into his tone.

“Yeah. This has been…fantastic. Every day keeps getting better and better.”

“Now you know how I feel about life with you.” He brought my hand to his lips and kissed me.

I laughed. “So cheesy.”

“You love it,” he teased.

“I do. And I love you.” I rocked on my hip, leaning toward him for a kiss.

“What’s been your favorite day so far?”

“Gah. Are you really going to make me choose? I’ve loved it all, from snorkeling on the reef to lounging on our private beach to surf lessons. Though the tour of the island’s gardens and taking the cooking class with a local chef had to be one of my favorite things.”

He grinned. “I thought you’d enjoy that. I’m glad.”

“What about you?” I asked. “What’s been your favorite part?”

“I’m not sure I can choose,” he said. “Though seeing your delight, getting to explore with you—that’s probably been my favorite part.”

I pushed my hair away from my face then leaned back on my elbows, tilting my head to the sky. The forest was dappled with sunlight, and I closed my eyes. I could’ve listened to the waterfall all day.

“I have something for you,” Harrison said.

I opened my eyes, and he pulled something out of the backpack that looked a lot like a jewelry box. I furrowed my brow. “What’s that?”

“I wanted to get you something to remember our time here. Something as unique and beautiful and rare as you are to me.” He lifted the lid to reveal a gorgeous strand of pearls in the most amazing array of colors, from creamy white to green to chocolate brown.

“Oh my…” I held a hand to my mouth then reached out to skim the tips of my fingers along the strand. “They’re gorgeous. Thank you.”

I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him. He was the most thoughtful, sweetest man.

“When did you…?”

“While you were getting your massage,” he said, and I laughed. “So that’s why you skipped.”

He nodded. “I hope it’s okay, but I also got Olivia a necklace. It’s different from yours, a pendant with a single pearl.”

“Of course. I was going to suggest we get her something special. I’m sure she’ll love it.” I smiled.

“Good.” He closed the box and returned it to the backpack. “Want to go for a swim?”

I glanced over at the pool. It certainly was clear, yet I hesitated. “Is it safe?”

He lifted a shoulder. “Emori assured me it is.”

“Yeah. Okay. Sure.” I stood, pushing my shorts over my hips before stripping out of my shirt, leaving me in a two-piece red swimsuit.

“Fuck me,” Harrison growled.

I laughed, enjoying the way he seemed to grow more agitated with every new swimsuit I revealed on the trip. From the white bikini with applique flowers to the cobalt blue one-piece that dipped low on my chest to this red one.

I walked into the water, the cool liquid lapping at my toes. And all the while, I could feel his eyes on me, watching me. The water was borderline cold, but it felt refreshing. Before I could talk myself out of it, I dove beneath the surface, the chill a shock to my system. When I resurfaced, Harrison was nowhere to be seen. I glanced around for him, yelping when something grabbed my leg a moment later. He popped his head up, smoothing back his hair with a laugh.

“That’s not funny!” I splashed him.

“I’m sorry, baby,” he said, pulling me close to him.

“No, you’re not.”

He pressed his lips to my neck, my anger cooling as my desire sparked. I rested my head against his shoulder, water swirling around us and the falls drowning out all other sounds. It was so easy to be present, to be in the moment. His erection began to prod me, and when he slid his hands down to cup my ass, I laughed. “You’re insatiable.”

“Well, what do you expect when you keep parading around in these swimsuits? If I thought the white bikini was small, it was nothing compared to this—shoestring.”

He smoothed his hands over my bare skin, the bottoms revealing most of my ass. My skin tingled with awareness, warmth gushing to my core where I wanted him most.

“It is pretty small, isn’t it?” I leaned back and peered down at my chest. Like the bottoms, the top was a small strip of fabric. And while Harrison likened it to a shoestring, dental floss seemed a more fitting description.

His eyes followed my gaze, and the way he looked at me made me hotter than the South Pacific sun. He rubbed his thumbs over my breasts, my nipples pebbling beneath the wet material. He swallowed hard, and I suddenly found it difficult to breathe, to think clearly. My chest rose and fell in rapid bursts, goose bumps breaking out along my skin.

When he brushed the material aside completely, I gasped. He picked me up, wrapping my legs around his waist. His hard-on was insistent, brushing my entrance as he backed us toward a large shelf of rock lining the edge of the pool.

He set me down, though never losing his hold, our tongues mixing, bodies melding. Hands exploring.

“Harrison,” I panted as he clamped down on one of my nipples, nudging my bottoms aside with his finger to tease my clit. “Oh god. Oh fuck.” I struggled to find purchase, the water and the wind and his lips wreaking havoc with my senses.

He kept my swimsuit pulled to the side, even as he withdrew his finger. But he quickly replaced it with his cock. We both sighed in relief, and he pinned my eyes with his, linking our fingers as he continued to pump into me. I used my legs to pull him closer, fusing us together until there was no way of knowing where one of us ended and the other began.

“Don’t stop,” I whispered, sinking my teeth into his shoulder. “Don’t…stop.” And with that, I came, light bursting behind my eyelids, our movements frantic as we lost ourselves in each other.

He followed behind, with a few short thrusts and a grunt. Our breathing was ragged, and I could feel his heart racing. He whispered words of love and pressed kisses to my hair, my temple.

Later that evening, after a delicious meal at one of the restaurants, we returned to the villa. We sat on one of the lounge chairs, watching the sunset as we had every evening since arriving. My back was to him, his legs bracketing mine, his arms wrapped around me.

I reflected back on the day, on the trip, and I marveled at everything we’d done and seen. But best of all had been the time together. Harrison was right—we’d needed this break, this alone time. And I felt more relaxed and happier than I had in years. As much as I didn’t want to think about returning home, I couldn’t help it.

As the sun dipped lower in the sky, casting brilliant pinks and purples throughout the clouds, I asked, “Do you ever worry that happiness like this is fleeting?”

“No.” He said it with such certainty that I twisted to peer back at him over my shoulder. “Because I know it is.” My heart stuttered, but he continued speaking. “Just as I know that pain, loss, unhappiness, any emotion is fleeting.

“Our relationship will go through ups and downs. That’s the nature of love and life. But I will never give up on us. I will never stop fighting for us.”

“Neither will I.” I pressed my lips to his.

In my heart, I knew he was right. As I’d said that night at the bar, the night we’d met—life was unpredictable. But Harrison had been right too. Because that was part of the fun. He’d shown me that, and there was no one else I wanted to experience the adventure with.