Olívia gave his arm a light smack, laughing.

“Come on, love. Stop being naughty. Let’s have breakfast.”

“Alright, my queen,” he surrendered. “You win.”

A little while later, Liam stepped out of the bathroom. Olívia was standing by the bedroom doorway, staring at the breathtaking landscape stretched out before them—the deep blue sea, the elegant silence of the island, the ocean calling to them.

He walked up behind her and wrapped her in a firm, comforting embrace, as though that gesture had been