At lunchtime the next day, Zoe was in the guest room at Thor’s penthouse, sitting on the bed with a tray beside her and a plate of cut fruit on top. Her phone was propped on a stand, and a video call with Arthur filled the screen. His face—wearing that familiar, irresistible half-smile—appeared from his office, bringing Zoe a slice of the presence she missed so much.

“Babe, can you believe the guys at the hospital are trying to throw me a bachelor party?” he said, sounding like even he didn’t b