Chapter 238

• Lucas POV
• I leaned against the balcony railing of the pack house scrolling mindlessly through my phone while the evening breeze cooled my skin. Behind me, I could hear the soft rustling of pages as Vanessa flipped through one of her fashion magazines. She was curled up in the easy chair near the window, her legs tucked beneath her, completely absorbed in whatever overpriced clothes and accessories the magazine was trying to sell.
• It was peaceful. Almost boring. But after the chaos of the past few months, boring was exactly what I needed.