CHAPTER 415

The morning sunlight streamed through the tall windows of the breakfast room, casting a golden sheen across the table. Cutlery clinked gently. The rich scent of fresh coffee hung in the air—but nothing commanded more attention than the way Declan looked at Serena.

He sat beside her, close enough to touch, his hand resting lightly on the back of her chair like even a sliver of distance was too much