Liana’s POV
The email came on a Tuesday afternoon. She almost missed it, buried between investor updates, budget revisions, and a request from legal. No subject line. Just a name.
Below it, a flight itinerary. Athens, then a connecting seaplane to a small island she’d never heard of. She stared at the screen for a long time, torn between instinct and ache.
Every rational part of her said no. She was busy. It was impractical. Unnecessary. Dangerous. But the truth was simpler, she was scared.
Because this wasn’t the Dominic who could manipulate her with words or presence. This was the man who had learned to ask instead of demand.
The man who didn’t hide behind ego. And that made the offer feel infinitely more fragile. It took her three hours to type a reply.
Okay.
The island was smal
