Chapter 59

Olivia

He led me to the master bedroom at the end of the hall, a sprawling space dominated by a massive bed with ocean views. The sheets were crisp white, and the duvet was a deep navy that matched the accent wall behind the headboard.

“This is where I sleep,” he said simply.

“It’s beautiful,” I said, drawn to the wall of windows overlooking the cliff and ocean below. “Do you ever worry about privacy with all this glass?”

“The nearest neighbor is half a mile away, and the glass is treated. We can see out, but no one can see in.”

“We?” I raised an eyebrow.

Alexander’s lips quirked. “Figure of speech.”

He moved to sliding glass doors that opened onto a private deck extending from the bedroom. Outside, a hot tub bubbled quietly, steam rising into the cool night air.

“For stargazing,” he explained. “Light pollution is minimal here.”

I stepped onto the deck, the wooden boards warm beneath my feet. The vastness of the ocean stretched before us, moonlight creating a silver path across the water.

“It’s incredible.” I breathed.

“Worth every penny,” Alexander agreed, standing close enough that I could feel his body heat. “There’s one more place I want to show you.”

He led me back through the house to another deck on the opposite side. This one featured an infinity pool that seemed to merge with the horizon, glowing blue in the darkness.

“The pool’s heated year–round,” he said. “Nothing like swimming under the stars.”

“You’ve thought of everything,” I said, genuinely impressed.

comfort,” he

in

eyes met mine, something unreadable in their

“Starving, I admitted,

“Good. Let’s cook”

kitchen, Alexander opened the refrigerator and began pulling out ingredients: fresh pasta, cherry tomatoes, basil, garlic, olive oil, and a

keep it simple tonight,” he said, setting everything on the marble countertop. “Pasta Pomodoro.

cook?”

him move confidently around the kitchen.

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a knife

the tiny tomatoes while Alexander filled a pot with water and set it on the stove. He moved with surprising grace, each

you learn to cook?” I asked, curious

mine is a chef. Taught

movements and the way his hands worked with

best,” he replied,

taken the time to teach him these skills. The thought sent me an unexpected pang of jealousy, which I quickly dismissed. What did

stir this while I grate the cheese,” he

stirring the tomatoes as they broke down in the pan, releasing their sweet–tart aroma. Alexander moved behind me to

murmured, though he didn’t

fine.” I replied, keeping my eyes on the

cheese onto a small plate beside me. I could feel his body heat and smell his cologne mixed with the

asked, leaning over my shoulder to inspect the

I think? They’re starting to break

ear, making

around me to add a pinch of salt, his arm brushing against mine. The pasta water began to boil over, and I moved quickly to turn down the heat,

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