Alexander's POV:

The contract sits on my desk. Unsigned. Unread.

I stare at it. See nothing.

My mind is still on the yacht. On Anna's face as she looked up at me under the morning sun. On the way she said "I love you" like the words cost her everything and nothing at once.

'She opened up. Finally. Completely.'

Anthony stirs. Content. Satisfied. 'Our mate. She's ours now. Truly.'

The intimacy we shared on that deck wasn't just physical. It was deeper. A ...