Chapter 36

Dan had never cared much for houses.

He’d lived in plenty. Slept under gold chandeliers, stepped across marble floors, owned elevators with voice-activated controls. All of it cold. Polished. Expensive in that hollow way that screamed power, not peace.

But this one?

This one had window seats.

The kind she’d asked for with stars in her voice and hesitation in her eyes, like she didn’t quite believe