The morning sunlight slipped through the blinds in thin, pale strips that cut across the bed. Roman blinked into the light, disoriented for a second before the dull ache behind his eyes reminded him where he was… not the villa.

Not home.

Not with the woman he wanted.

Not where his heart wanted to he.

He shed a tear and wiped it as fast for he had done that and it hadn't helped.

He turned onto his side, careful not to disturb the child sleeping beside him. Mila’s small body was curled up ...