“What are you thinking about?” Steffan glanced briefly away from the road to look at Racheal on the passenger seat.

“I wonder when next we will get to come here.” She replied.

“Every other month?” He said with a smile.

When she made no response, he said, “Hey, I would never let you feel trapped in that damned villa again.”

He reached out to hold her hand. “Dates, getaways and vacations till I get you out of that place. You will spend more time out than in it.” He ...