Ingredients for Trouble

Declan leaned back on the couch, stroking Vivienne's hair as she snuggled against him. The warmth of her body and the subtle scent of her shampoo filled him with a quiet sense of joy.

“I think Saturday will be best, babe,” she said softly. “By then, we’d be done with everything off-site, and we could just chill without worrying about running back here.”

He nodded thoughtfully, stroking her hair in