Chapter 162
- Gemma never thought peace would feel like this.
- Not loud. Not showy. Just… real.
- It was Sunday morning. The penthouse was flooded with soft golden light, the city beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows still stretching awake. She sat at the kitchen island, legs tucked under her, nursing a cup of coffee while Derek stood barefoot across from her, flipping pancakes in nothing but his joggers.