**A good husband**

Lucas found her leaning against the marble balustrade on the upper balcony, half her body turned toward the city skyline in the distance. The lights below looked like they'd been poured from a bucket and scattered across the hills, gold and restless.

She turned at the sound of his footsteps, her mouth lifting in a faint smile.

"There you are," she said, brushing a few strands of hair behind her ear. "How did it go?."

"Had to take a call," he replied, sliding his hands ...