CHAPTER ONE
Sierra
The beach house is perfect. Absolutely, ridiculously perfect.
I stand in the honey-toned entryway, bags scattered around my feet, and let out a long, satisfied breath. Large windows showcase an endless expanse of ocean —the kind of view that normally goes for five thousand a night. The rental listing didn’t lie. This place is pure luxury, from the gleaming hardwood floors to the chef’s kitchen that probably costs more than my car.
“Hello, beautiful,” I murmur, already imagining myself sprawled on the enormous sectional sofa. “We’re going to have a wonderful week together.”
I’m not talking to the house.
Well, notentirelyto the house.
I kick off my shoes and pad barefoot across the floor, making a beeline for the master bedroom. The bed is enormous, and it’s piled high with pristine white linen that practically screams “build a nest here.”
Perfect. Everything is perfect.
And I have it all to myself for seven glorious, uninterrupted days.
No clients. No deadlines. And definitely,definitelyno alphas.
I flop backward onto the bed, starfishing across the mattress with a grin. This is exactly what I need. What I’veearned, really, after the month I’ve had.
My phone buzzes in my pocket. I fish it out, already knowing who it’ll be.
Mia
Tell me you made it safely and aren’t currently being murdered by a serial killer
Me
I’m being murdered by luxury. Does that count?
Mia
Pics or it didn’t happen
I snap a quick selfie of me grinning like an idiot on the massive bed and send it off. Three dots appear immediately.
Mia
Okay, I’m officially jealous. That bed is massive.
Me
It has to fit my heat nest AND my emotional baggage
Mia
Speaking of... you’re SURE you’re okay doing this alone?
I roll my eyes fondly. We’ve had this conversation at least six times.
Me
I’m positive. I’ve got everything I need. Plus, you know I prefer my heats solo.
Mia
