As they stepped out of the airport, the warm Italian sun caressed Riley’s skin. River’s hand rested on the small of her back as he guided her towards a sleek black car waiting at the curb.

“Mr. Foster,” the driver greeted with a nod, opening the door for them.

Riley slid into the luxurious leather seat, marveling at the spacious interior. River settled beside her, his presence both comforting and electrifying.

Riley couldn’t help but gaze out the window in awe. Ancient ruins stood ...