Chapter 19

• Hours later, they lay tangled in the sheets of the master bedroom, the panoramic windows revealing snowflakes still dancing in the moonlight. The storm had intensified, transforming their weekend retreat into a true isolation—no chance of unexpected visitors or press intrusions.
• "Hungry?" Alek asked, tracing patterns on Emma's bare shoulder.
• "Starving." She stretched languidly. "You mentioned something about cooking skills?"