“Call Vickie now,” Grayson insisted, handing her the phone as soon as they walked into the chalet.

Ari shook her head. “Thanks, but I can use my own.”

Grayson took her into his arms, forcing her to look into his eyes. “Ari, I know that we’re both getting used to our new life now—you especially—but please don’t neglect your health... and that includes your mental health.” Grayson sighed, taking a moment before continuing, wanting to word it correctly. “So, ...